The maester smiled...Hush now, child, I'm much older than you. I can....die as I please.

I thank you for calling them off, young ser. I promise you, they would have found me indigestible.

She had put despair and fear aside, as if they were garments she did not choose to wear.

The gods don’t care about men, no more than kings care about peasants.

People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it's served up.

There are no heroes...in life, the monsters win.

Dark wings, dark words.