I've lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister, and a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister won this war.
His wits were coming back to him, however slowly. That was good. His wits were all he had.
The air smelled of paper and dust and years.
Yet even so the darkness thickened, until it covered his eyes and filled his nose and stopped his ears, so he could not see or smell or hear or run, and the grey cliffs were gone and the dead horse was gone and his brother was gone and all was black and still and black and cold and black and dead and black…
A brigand, a barber, a beggar, two orphans, and a boy whore. With such do we defend the realms of men.
The white horse and the black one wheeled like lovers at a harvest dance, the riders throwing steel in place of kisses.
Lord Rodrik was seldom seen without a book in hand, be it in the privy, on the deck of his Sea Song, or whilst holding audience. Asha had oft seen him reading on his high seat beneath the silver scythes. He would listen to each case as it was laid before him, pronounce his judgmentàand read a bit whilst his captain-of-guards went to bring in the next supplicant.
Courage and folly are cousins, or so I've heard.
Robert was the true steel. Stannis is pure iron, black and hard and strong, yes, but brittle, the way iron gets. He'll break before he bends. And Renly, that one, he's copper, bright and shiny, pretty to look at but not worth all that much at the end of the day.
Was there ever a war where only one side bled?
I am only a little lion, child, and I vow, I shall not savage you.
The Beauty raised her eyes, the only part of her that was truly beautiful.
You little fool. Tears are not a woman's only weapon. You've got another one between your legs, and you'd best learn to use it. You'll find men use their swords freely enough. Both kinds of swords.
A frightened man is a beaten man.
It was astonishing to see how angry Cersei could wax over accusations she knew perfectly well to be true.
The wind cut like a knife up here, and shrilled in the night like a mother mourning her slain children.
Crowns do queer things to the heads beneath them.
Schemes are like fruit, they require a certain ripening.
We look at mountains and call them eternal, and they seem... but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, starts fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.
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.
The brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.
All me lie when they are afraid. Some tell many lies, some but a few. Some have only one great lie they tell so often that they almost come to believe it ... though some small part of them will always know that it is still a lie, and that will show upon their faces.
A good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad act the good. Each should have its own reward.
It's a fool boy who mocks a giant, and a mad world when a cripple has to defend him.
There are no men like me. There's only me.
No godless man may sit the Seastone Chair!
For they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.
She walked fast, to keep ahead of her fear,...
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