The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.

Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, but they refuse. They cling to the realm, or the gods, or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.

Choosing... it has always hurt. And always will. I know.

The old man laid a withered, spotted hand on his shoulder. "It hurts, boy," he said softly. "Oh, yes. Choosing . . . it has always hurt. And always will. I know.

Reading. That was the sport I was good at.

As we sin, so do we suffer

Why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones?