I Have Always Been A Dark Writer.

Great Wrongs Have Been Done You, But The Past Is Dust. The Future May Yet Be Won.

And I Tell You Truly, Danaerys, There Is No Man In All The World Who Will Ever Be Half So True To You As Me.

You Little Fool. Tears Are Not A Woman's Only Weapon. You've Got Another One Between Your Legs, And You'd Best Learn To Use It. You'll Find Men Use Their Swords Freely Enough. Both Kinds Of Swords.

Robert Wanted To Be Loved. My Brother Tyrion Has The Same Disease. Do You Want To Be Loved, Sansa?” “everyone Wants To Be Loved.” “i See Flowering Hasn’t Made You Any Brighter,” Said Cersei. “sansa, Permit Me To Share A Bit Of Womanly Wisdom With You On This Very Special Day. Love Is Poison. A Sweet Poison, Yes, But It Will Kill You All The Same.

There Is No Shame In Loving. If Your Septons Say There Is, Your Seven Gods Must Be Demons. In The Isles We Know Better. Our Gods Gave Us Legs To Run With, Noses To Smell With, Hands To Touch And Feel. What Mad Cruel God Would Give A Man Eyes And Tell Him He Must Forever Keep Them Shut, And Never Look At All The Beauty In The World? Only A Monster God, A Demon Of The Darkness.