Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it’s always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

There are no happy endings.

This is the bravo’s dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die.

Mothers." The man made a word sound like a curse. "I think birthing does something to your minds. You are all mad.

Sooner would be better than later, and now would be better than sooner." - Tyrion

There’s part of me that loves words. But sometimes it feels like you’re trying to drive nails with your shoe.

A dead enemy is a joy forever