Fear cuts deeper than swords. The man who fears losing has already lost.
You’ll think of me every time you go to bed. Then you’ll get hard and you’ll have no one to help you and you’ll never be able to sleep unless you-” She grinned that wicked grin Tyrion liked so well. “-is that why they call it the Tower of the Hand, m’lord?
My uncle always said that it was the sword in a man’s hand that determined his wroth, not the one between his legs. – Arianne.
We mean are so weak. Our bodies betray even the noblest of us. – Ser Arys.
Why would you take so much bloody interest in where I put my cock? – Tyrion Lannister.
In the dream they were only shadows, grey wraiths on horses made of mist.
What are you doing to me?” he asked the crow, tearful. Teaching you how to fly. “I can’t fly!” You’re flying right now. “I’m falling!” Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said.
He will not be three forever. And winter is coming.
In the game of thrones, even the humblest pieces can have wills of their own. Sometimes they refuse to make the moves you’ve planned for them. Mark that well, Alayne. It’s a lesson that Cersei Lannister still has yet to learn.
A modest fellow, this one,” the septon said to Ser Lucas. “Were I as large as him, I’d call myself Ser Sefton the Immense. Ser Sefton the Tower. Ser Sefton with the Clouds About His Ears.
Begging for help never gets you any.
I was a wolf, she thought, but now I’m just a stupid little lady again.
Sam handed back the sword. “When I try to swat a bug, it always flies away. All I do is slap my arm. It stings.” That made Jon laugh.
I am still half a world from Westeros, Dany reminded herself, but every hour brings me closer. She tried to imagine what it would feel like, when she first caught sight of the land she was born to rule. It will be as fair a shore as I have ever seen, I know it. How could it be otherwise?
So long as men remember the wrongs done to their forebears, no peace will ever last.
Wars need not be fought until the last drop of blood.
Each night before sleep, she murmured her prayer into her pillow. “Ser Gregor,” it went. “Dunsen, Raff the Sweetling, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei.
Come, drink with me,” the fat man said. “A scale from the dragon that burned you, as they say.
A lady’s armor is courtesy.
You would do well to know about the lives of those who went before.