One voice may speak you false, but in many there is always truth to be found.

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

Love is madness, and lust is poison.

Was there ever a war where only one side bled?

Ser Jaime?" Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman."I am grateful, but...you were well away. Why come back?" A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. "I dreamed of you," he said.

I have been despised by better men than you.

Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.