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

Men have scars, women mysteries.

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

I had a couple of friends, but I was mostly the kid with his nose in a book.

In a room sit three great men, a king, a priest, and a rich man with his gold. Between them stands a sellsword, a little man of common birth and no great mind. Each of the great ones bids him slay the other two. ‘Do it,’ says the king, ‘for I am your lawful ruler.’ ‘Do it,’ says the priest, ‘for I command you in the names of the gods.’ ‘Do it,’ says the rich man, ‘and all this gold shall be yours.’ So tell me—who lives and who dies?

Men of honor will do things for their children that they would never consider doing for themselves.

These old knights are more cunning than you think, or they would never have lived to see their first grey hair.