Men Have Scars, Women Mysteries.

I Never Finished Any Of My Early Stories. They Were All Beginnings, An Endless Number Of Beginnings.

She Might Have Wept Then, Had Not The Sky Begun To Do It For Her.

I Am Not Questioning Your Honor, I Am Denying Its Existence.

There Has Never Been A Slave Who Did Not Choose To Be A Slave. Their Choice May Be Between Bondage And Death, But The Choice Is Always There.

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