Generally speaking, I'm much more in favour of penises entering vaginas than axes entering skulls. But the world seems to accept the violence a lot easier than the sex.

We know truth for the cruel instrument it is. Beauty is infinitely preferable to truth.

You are grown so very great now, yet the higher a man climbs the farther he has to fall.

Why do the Gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?

I prefer to work with grey characters rather than black and white.

Words are wind, Brienne told herself. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.

I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.