Spikes, " he sighed. "Heads. Walls.

There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.

As Faulkner says, all of us have the capacity in us for great good and for great evil, for love but also for hate. I wanted to write those kinds of complex character in a fantasy, and not just have all the good people get together to fight the bad guy.

Jon:'What are you doing up there? Why aren't you at the feast?' Tyrion: 'Too hot, too noisy, and I'd drunk too much wine', the dwarf told him. 'I learned long ago that it is considered rude to vomit on your brother.

If we leave our smells behind us when we leave a room, surely something of our souls must remain when we leave this life?" - Qyburn

Control your generosity when dealing with a chronic borrower.

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