Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

An artist has an obligation to tell the truth. [...] that the true horrors of human history derive not from orcs and Dark Lords, but from ourselves. We are the monsters. (And the heroes too). Each of us has within himself the capacity for great good, and great evil.

When you have known the kiss of a flaying knife, a laugh loses all its power to hurt you.

All the world knew that a maester forged his silver link when he learned the art of healing—but the world preferred to forget that men who knew how to heal also knew how to kill.

These old knights are more cunning than you think, or they would never have lived to see their first grey hair.

I am the blood of the dragon. Do not presume to teach me lessons.

We know truth for the cruel instrument it is. Beauty is infinitely preferable to truth.