There Are Things To Be Learned Even

Remember Old Nan's Stories, Bran. Remember The Way She Told Them, The Sound Of Her Voice. So Long As You Do That, Part Of Her Will Always Be Alive In You.

Kill Me, And Be Cursed. You Are No King Of Mine.

Nothing Burns Like The Cold. But Only For A While. Then It Gets Inside You And Starts To Fill You Up, And After A While You Don't Have The Strength To Fight It.

Remember This, Boy. All Dwarfs May Be Bastards, Yet Not All Bastards Need Be Dwarfs." And With That He Turned And Sauntered Back Into The Feast, Whistling A Tune. When He Opened The Door, The Light From Within Threw His Shadow Clear Across The Yard, And For Just A Moment Tyrion Lannister Stood Tall As A King.

Little Redcape," He Snarled, "when Next You Bare Steel On Shagga Son Of Dolf, I Will Chop Off Your Manhood And Roast It In The Fire." "what, No Goats?" Tyrion Said, Taking A Bite Of His Cheese.