The gods don’t care about men, no more than kings care about peasants.

And I tell you truly, Danaerys, there is no man in all the world who will ever be half so true to you as me.

Was there ever a war where only one side bled?

Power resides where men believe it to reside.

Tyrion let the eunuch help him mount. "Lord Varys," he said from the saddle, "sometimes I feel as though you are the best friend I have in King's Landing and sometimes I feel you are my worst enemy." "How odd. I think quite the same of you.

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

She had killed him with a whisper, and she would kill two more before she was through. I’m the ghost in Harrenhal, she thought. And that night, there was one less name to hate.