She Would Die As She Had Lived,

I Like Dogs Better Than Knights. A Hound Will Die For You, But Never Lie To You. And He'll Look You Straight In The Face. He Cupped Her Under The Jaw, Raising Her Chin, His Fingers Pinchingher Painfully. And That's More Than Little Birds Can Do, Isn't It? I Never Got My Song.

Once You’ve Accepted Your Flaws, No One Can Use Them Against You.

And I Have A Tender Spot In My Heart For Cripples And Bastards And Broken Things.

The Distinction Between Literary And Genre Fiction Is Stupid And Pernicious. It Dates Back To A Feud Between Robert Louis Stevenson And Henry James. James Won, And It Split Literature Into Two Streams. But It's A Totally False Dichotomy.

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