The Red God takes what is his, lovely girl. And only death may pay for life. You saved me and the two I was with. You stole three deaths from the Red God. We have to give them back. Speak three names and the man will do the rest. Three lives I will give you - no more, no less, and we're done.

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

Give me priests who are fat and corrupt and cynical,(...) the sort who like to sit on soft satin cushions, nibble sweetmeats, and diddle little boys. It's the ones who believe in gods who make the trouble. (Tyrion)

We all need to be mocked from time to time, lest we take ourselves too seriously.

Ser Cleos looked like a weasel, fought like a goose, and had the courage of an especially brave ewe.

How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king?

...spend my time warring and whoring, that's what I was made for.