His Snores Sounded Like Ducks Mating.

Great Wrongs Have Been Done You, But The Past Is Dust. The Future May Yet Be Won.

The Morning Air Was Dark With The Smoke Of Burning Gods.

Ofttimes A Very Small Man Can Cast A Very Large Shadow. Tyrion Smiled. Lord Varys, I Am Growing Strangely Fond Of You. I May Kill You Yet, But I Think I'd Feel Sad About It. I Will Take That As High Praise.

Summer Is The Time For Squabbles. In Winter, We Must Protect One Another, Keep Each Other Warm, Share Our Strengths.

The Air Smelled Of Paper And Dust And Years.