Everything's better with some wine in the belly.

Men see what they expect to see.

Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, but they refuse. They cling to the realm, or the gods, or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.

Some battles are won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens.

I'm honest. It's the world that's awful.

And any man who must say 'I am king' is no true king at all.

It was a hollow victory they gave me. A crown...it was the girl I prayed them for. Your sister, safe... and mine again as she was meant to be. I ask you, Ned, what good is it to wear a crown?