I Prefer My History Dead. Dead History

And Who Are You, The Proud Lord Said That I Must Bow So Low? Only A Cat Of A Different Coat, That's All The Truth I Know. In A Coat Of Gold Or A Coat Of Red, A Lion Still Has Claws. And, Mine Are As Long And Sharp, My Lord As Long And Sharp As Yours. And So He Spoke, And So He Spoke, That Lord Of Castamere, But Now The Rains Weep O'er His Hall, With No One There To Hear. Yes, Now The Rains Weep O'er His Hall, And Not A Soul To Hear.

I Am Loyal To My Beloved Joffrey. (sansa) No Doubt. As Loyal As A Deer Surrounded By Wolves. (tyrion) Lions, She Whispered Without Thinking.

Jon Snow Had Dreamed Of Leading Men To Glory Just As King Daeron Had, Of Growing Up To Be A Conqueror. Now He Was A Man Grown And The Wall Was His, Yet All He Had Were Doubts. He Could Not Even Seem To Conquer Those.

I Take No Joy In Mead Nor Meat, And Song And Laughter Have Become Suspicious Strangers To Me. I Am A Creature Of Grief And Dust And Bitter Longings. There Is An Empty Place Within Me Where My Heart Was Once.

Truly, Sister, You Were Born To Be A Widow. (tyrion To Cersei)