Perhaps That Is The Secret. It Is

Some Gave Me Soft Words And Some Blunt, Some Made Excuses, Some Promises, Some Only Lied. In The End Words Are Just Wind.

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)

You Look Pale, Sansa," Cersei Observed. "is Your Red Flower Still Blooming?" "yes" "how Apt. The Men Will Bleed Out There, And You In Here.

The Old Man Laid A Withered, Spotted Hand On His Shoulder. "it Hurts, Boy," He Said Softly. "oh, Yes. Choosing . . . It Has Always Hurt. And Always Will. I Know.

The Gods Don’t Care About Men, No More Than Kings Care About Peasants.