Love Is The Bane Of Honor, The

And Who Are You, The Proud Lord Said That I Must Bow So Low? Only A Cat Of A Different Coat, That's All The Truth I Know. In A Coat Of Gold Or A Coat Of Red, A Lion Still Has Claws. And, Mine Are As Long And Sharp, My Lord As Long And Sharp As Yours. And So He Spoke, And So He Spoke, That Lord Of Castamere, But Now The Rains Weep O'er His Hall, With No One There To Hear. Yes, Now The Rains Weep O'er His Hall, And Not A Soul To Hear.

Faith Is Like Porridge. Better With Milk And Honey.

I Have Always Been A Dark Writer.

Jaime Smiled Knowingly. Men Will Read All Sorts Of Things Into A Knowing Smile If You Let Them.

Jon Snow: I'm Not Afraid To Die. Mormont: Nor Life, I Hope.