An artist has an obligation to tell the truth. [...] that the true horrors of human history derive not from orcs and Dark Lords, but from ourselves. We are the monsters. (And the heroes too). Each of us has within himself the capacity for great good, and great evil.

Make no mistake, dwarf. I fought for you, but I do not love you'' ''It was your blade I needed'' Tyrion said, ''not your love.

I thank you for calling them off, young ser. I promise you, they would have found me indigestible.

Ser Cleos looked like a weasel, fought like a goose, and had the courage of an especially brave ewe.

Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.

Have a care how you speak to me, Imp. Doubtless he meant to sound threatening, but that absurd wisp of a mustache ruined the effect.

The man who fears losing has already lost.