A bruise is a lesson... and each lesson makes us better.

Robert was never the same after he put on that crown. Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them up and they go to rust.

She was Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Khaleesi and queen, Mother of Dragons, slayer of warlocks, breaker of chains, and there was no one in the world that she could trust.

She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.

a man who hates music can’t be trusted, I always say.

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.

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?