Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.

Jaime smiled knowingly. Men will read all sorts of things into a knowing smile if you let them.

I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I'm so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that's all....a day.....an hour.

...and when you’ve known me longer, you’ll learn that I mean everything I say.” “Even the lies?” “Especially the lies.

I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one.

I buried him with mine own hands, in a place he showed me once when I was a squire at Storm’s End. No one shall ever find him there to disturb his rest.” He looked at Jaime defiantly. “I will defend King Tommen with all my strength, I swear it. I will give my life for his if need be. But I will never betray Renly, by word or deed. He was the king that should have been. He was the best of them.

You kill men for the wrongs they have done, not the wrongs that they may do someday.