The best lies are seasoned with a bit of truth,

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.

Men live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all we know of the days to come.

The strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of the earth. Darkness will be your cloak, your shield, your mother's milk. Darkness will make you strong.

She never forgets a slight, real or imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. And she is greedy. Greedy for power, for honour, for love.

Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.

Men's lives have meaning, not their deaths.

Small men oft feel a need to prove their courage with unseemly boasts, " he declared. "I doubt if he could kill a duck."Tyrion shrugged. "Fetch the duck.

He'll be down with the books. My old septon used to say books are dead men talking. Dead men should keep quiet is what I say. No one wants to hear a dead man's yabber.

Gold has its uses, but war is won with iron.

Dreams can lie, your Grace.

Death devours not only those who have been cooked by old age

Open the doors of your heart and they will come…And for every cruel arrow, Sweet caresses of delirium alsoTo nourish your soul.

We who are gathered here may represent a particular delete, not of money and power, but of concern for the earth for the earth's sake.

At the beginning, all we have is the vision. At that point God expects us to begin walking in obedience according to the dream He has given us.

Craziness attacks the softest eyes and hamstrings the gentlest flanks.

Don't just play your way around the course. Think your way around way around the course.

Back in the days, the groups and the bands that we listened to were like Earth, Wind and Fire, Santana and Grateful Dead. We don't have a lot of those bands anymore.

Where are you going? (Nykyrian) To get a drink and kill Cruel…not necessarily in that order. (Syn)

Spread your love and fly.

June 16, 1971, mama gave birth to a Hell rasing heavenly son.