The Sea Is Never Weary. I Must

A Bear! A Bear! All Black And Brown And Covered In Hair!

Laughter Is Poison To Fear.

She Had Put Despair And Fear Aside, As If They Were Garments She Did Not Choose To Wear.

I Beg You Both, Take Heart.'(varys) 'whose?' Asked Tyrion Sourly. He Could Think Of Several Tempting Choices.

Perhaps That Is The Secret. It Is Not What We Do, So Much As Why We Do It.