There are no men like me. There's only me
A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.
And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.
Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.
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?
Nobody is a villain in their own story. We're all the heroes of our own stories.