Choosing... it has always hurt. And always will. I know.

There is only one god and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: “Not today.

Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next.

For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.

When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.

The gods made the earth for all men t' share. Only when the kings come with their crowns and steel swords, they claimed it was all theirs. "My trees," they said, "you can't eat them apples. My stream, you can't fish here. My wood, you're not t' hunt. My earth, my water, my castle, my daughter, keep your hands away or I'll chop 'em off, but maybe if you kneel t' me I'll let you have a sniff." You call us thieves, but at least a thief has t' be brave and clever and quick. A kneeler only has t' kneel.

A good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad act the good. Each should have its own reward.