I have an instinctual distrust of conventional happy endings.

The letter . . . What did your lords make of it, I wonder?” Stannis snorted. “Celtigar pronounced it admirable. If I showed him the contents of my privy, he would declare that admirable as well.

Little redcape," he snarled, "when next you bare steel on Shagga son of Dolf, I will chop off your manhood and roast it in the fire." "What, no goats?" Tyrion said, taking a bite of his cheese.

Of course you know him. Everyone knows a pear-shaped man.

Sleep is good, he said, And books are better.

It is being common-born that is dangerous, when the great lords play their game of thrones.

Valar Morghulis - All men must die.