The Beauty Raised Her Eyes, The Only

Jon:'what Are You Doing Up There? Why Aren't You At The Feast?' Tyrion: 'too Hot, Too Noisy, And I'd Drunk Too Much Wine', The Dwarf Told Him. 'i Learned Long Ago That It Is Considered Rude To Vomit On Your Brother.

There Are Two Kinds Of Writers. There Are Architects And Gardeners. The Architects Do Blueprints Before They Drive The First Nail. The Gardeners Just Dig A Hole And Plant The Seed And See What Comes Up.

The Singers Make Much Of Kings Who Die Valiantly In Battle, But Your Life Is Worth More Than A Song.

Men Are Men, Vows Are Words, And Words Are Wind.

A Fair Bargain Leaves Both Sides Unhappy.