I Know Nothing And Perhaps I Never

A Harp Can Be A Dangerous As A Sword, In The Right Hands.

His Cloak Was His Crowning Glory; Sable, Thick And Black And Soft As Sin.

I Think My Very Earliest Stories Were All Intellectual Exercises And I Was Writing From Experiences I Had Never Had About Characters Who Were About An Inch Deep.

One Of Your Northmen Hit Me With A Morningstar During The Battle On The Green Fork. I Escaped Him By Falling Off My Horse. (tyrion)

A Fair Bargain Leaves Both Sides Unhappy.