Remember this, boy. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs." And with that he turned and sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune. When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king.

Kill me, and be cursed. You are no king of mine.

she would die as she had lived, with an axe in her hand and a laugh upon her lips.

What are gods for if not to sit in judgment over men? The Many-Faced God does not weigh men's souls, however. He gives his gift to the best of men as he gives it to the worst. Elsewise the good would live forever.

Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next.

When we speak of the morrow nothing is ever certain.

One of the things I love, and I'm a voracious reader as well as a writer, is books that surprise me, that are not predictable.