A Mad Man Sees What He Sees.

He Wished He Could Relieve Himself Of His Doubts And Guilts Half As Easily.

How I Have Yearned For The Sound Of Your Sweet Voice,” Tyrion Sighed To Her. “how I Have Yearned To Have That Eunuch’s Tongue Pulled Out With Hot Pincers,” Cersei Replied.

I Heard A Lannister Always Pays His Debts." "oh, Every Penny....but Never A Groat More. You'll Get The Meal You Bargained For, But It Won't Be Sauced With Gratitude, And In The End It Will Not Nourish You.

From Where I Sit, Battles Are Hard. I’ve Written My Share. Sometimes I Employ The Private’s Viewpoint, Very Up Close And Personal, Dropping The Reader Right Into The Middle Of The Carnage. That’s Vivid And Visceral, But Of Necessity Chaotic, And It Is Easy To Lose All Sense Of The Battle As A Whole. Sometimes I Go With The General’s Point Of View Instead, Looking Down From On High, Seeing Lines And Flanks And Reserves. That Gives A Great Sense Of The Tactics, Of How The Battle Is Won Or Lost, But Can Easily Slide Into Abstraction.

I Am The Sword In The Darkness. I Am The Watcher On The Walls. I Am The Fire That Burns Against The Cold, The Light That Brings The Dawn, The Horn That Wakes The Sleepers, The Shield That Guards The Realms Of Men.