When you have known the kiss of a flaying knife, a laugh loses all its power to hurt you.

The maester smiled...Hush now, child, I'm much older than you. I can....die as I please.

Sooner would be better than later, and now would be better than sooner." - Tyrion

Little redcape," he snarled, "when next you bare steel on Shagga son of Dolf, I will chop off your manhood and roast it in the fire." "What, no goats?" Tyrion said, taking a bite of his cheese.

His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.

I'm not a writer who's preaching some particular philosophy or something but the big questions do concern me and I like to make my readers think and debate and argue with each other and look at some aspect of the world or some act of governance or war or power and have an angle they haven't considered before, and that's something I strive for and hopefully have accomplished.

Dragons old and young, true and false, bright and dark. And you. A small man with a big shadow, snarling in the midst of all.