I Know Nothing And Perhaps I Never

Tears, She Said Scornfully To Sansa As The Woman Was Led From The Hall. The Woman's Weapon, My Lady Mother Used To Call Them. The Man's Weapon Is A Sword. And That Tells Us All You Need To Know, Doesn't It?

It Was A Cruel Fate, Yet Not So Cruel As Mago's Will Be. I Promise You That, By The Old Gods And The New, By The Lamb God And The Horse God And Every God That Lives. I Swear By The Mother Of Mountains And The Womb Of The World. Before I Am Done With Them, Mago And Ko Jhaqo Will Plead For The Mercy They Showed Eroeh.

I Do So Hope He Plays Us 'the Rains Of Castamere.' It Has Been An Hour. I've Forgotten How It Goes -- Olenna Tyrell, The Hbic

So Be It. I'll Wear My Iron And Hold My Tongue. A Man Who Won't Listen Can't Hear.

You Could Make A Poultice Out Of Mud To Cool A Fever. You Could Plant Seeds In Mud And Grow A Crop To Feed Your Children. Mud Would Nourish You, Where Fire Would Only Consume You, But Fools And Children And Young Girls Would Choose Fire Every Time.