A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
What are gods for if not to sit in judgment over men? The Many-Faced God does not weigh men's souls, however. He gives his gift to the best of men as he gives it to the worst. Elsewise the good would live forever.
I have been despised by better men than you.
Don't write outlines; I hate outlines.
A fair bargain leaves both sides unhappy.
Littlefinger: A trade envoy from Lys once observed to me that Lord Stannis must love his daughter very well, since he'd erected hundreds of statues of her all along the walls of Dragonstone. Tyrion: My lord, those are gargoyles.