Books are dead men talking.

His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.

You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you.

"Another name? Oh, certainly. And when the Faceless Men come to kill me, I'll say, 'No, you have the wrong man, I'm a different dwarf with a hideous facial scar.'" Both Lannisters laughed at the absurdity of it all.

When Maester Aemon heard him sing, he said his voice was honey poured over thunder.

Power resides only where men believe it resides. [...] A shadow on the wall, yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.

A fair bargain leaves both sides unhappy.