a-game-of-thrones

Laughter is poison to fear.

I don__ know what message to send to Bran. Help him Tyrion.___hat help could I give him? I am no maester, to ease his pain. I have no spell to give him back his legs.___ou gave me help when I needed it_ Jon Snow said.__ gave you nothing,_ Tyrion said. __ords.___hen give your words to Bran too.

The hard truths are the ones to hold tight. - Old Bear

Most of my kin are bastards," [Tyrion] said with a wry smile, "but you're the first I've had to friend.

...Prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is... and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams... Prophecy will bite your prick off everytime,

His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

We were talking about the prince,' Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss.Arya knew which prince she meant: Joffrey, of course. The tall, handsome one. Sansa got to sit with him at the feast. Arya had to sit with the little fat one. Naturally.

Be careful you don't cut yourself. The edges are sharp enough to shave with.''Girls don't shave', Arya said.'Maybe they should. Have you ever seen the septa's legs?

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?

That's one way we differ, Jaime and I. He's taller as well, you may have noticed.

Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms so tightly that he would never come to harm....