The singers make much of kings who die valiantly in battle, but your life is worth more than a song.

Spikes, " he sighed. "Heads. Walls.

You lie. Worse, you lie poorly.

Truly, sister, you were born to be a widow. (Tyrion to Cersei)

It was bitingly cold up here,and the wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.

she would die as she had lived, with an axe in her hand and a laugh upon her lips.

Who do you think our champion will be today? Have you seen Mace Tyrell's boy? The Knight of Flowers, they call him. Now there's a son any man would be proud to own to. Last tourney, he dumped the Kingslayer on his golden rump, you ought to have seen the look on Cersei's face. I laughed till my sides hurt.