All dwarfs may be bastards yet not all bastards are dwarfs.

When you have known the kiss of a flaying knife, a laugh loses all its power to hurt you.

Contempt, thought Tyrion, the universal tongue.

Nobody is a villain in their own story. We're all the heroes of our own stories.

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

What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms . . . or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

Give me a good sharp knife and a good sharp cheese and I’m a happy man.