The sea is never weary. I must be as tireless.

When a man was hurt you took him to the maester, but what could you do when your maester was hurt?

Great wrongs have been done you, but the past is dust. The future may yet be won.

...Ned always said that the man who passes the sentence should swing the blade, though he never took any joy in the duty. But I would, oh, yes.

In the world as I have seen it, no man grows rich by kindness.

I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool.

It all goes back and back," Tyrion thought, "to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance in our steads.