In This World, Only Winter Is Certain

In The World As I Have Seen It, No Man Grows Rich By Kindness.

Black Moleskin Gloves Covered His Hands; The Right Because It Was Burned, The Left Because A Man Felt Half A Fool Wearing Only One Glove.

When Maester Aemon Heard Him Sing, He Said His Voice Was Honey Poured Over Thunder.

My Biggest Dream Was To Ruin The Lives Of My Readers And Crush Their Souls... And I Really Think That Worked Out Pretty Well For Me.

I Will Hurt You For This. I Don't Know How Yet, But Give Me Time. A Day Will Come When You Think Yourself Safe And Happy, And Suddenly Your Joy Will Turn To Ashes In Your Mouth, And You'll Know The Debt Is Paid.