...spend my time warring and whoring, that's what I was made for.

There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

Start trying to work out who deserves what, and before long you'll spend the rest of your days weeping for each and every person in the world.

We only make peace with our enemies. That's why it's called making peace.

Those are brave men," he told Ser Balon in admiration. "Let's go kill them.

Laughter is poison to fear.

Men have scars, women mysteries.