You Lie. Worse, You Lie Poorly.

More Details, More Devils.

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

When The End Comes, I Will Meet It Raging.

I Don’t Know What Message To Send To Bran. Help Him Tyrion.” “what Help Could I Give Him? I Am No Maester, To Ease His Pain. I Have No Spell To Give Him Back His Legs.” “you Gave Me Help When I Needed It” Jon Snow Said. “i Gave You Nothing,” Tyrion Said. “words.” “then Give Your Words To Bran Too.

Men's Lives Have Meaning, Not Their Deaths.