Power Is A Trick. It Lies Where

Give Me Honorable Enemies Rather Than Ambitious Ones, And I'll Sleep More Easily By Night.

Aemon’s Blind White Eyes Came Open. “egg?” He Said, As The Rain Streamed Down His Cheeks. “egg, I Dreamed That I Was Old.

Viserys Sold My Mother's Crown, And Men Called Him A Beggar. I Shall Keep This One, So Men Will Call Me A Queen. (daenerys)

If He Must Be Alone, He Would Make Solitude His Armor.

The Morning Had Dawned Clear And Cold, With A Crispness That Hinted At The End Of Summer.