Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust.

Why do the Gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?

Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.

As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

They hate you because you act like you're better than they are

Tyrion: My gentle sister seems to have mistaken me for Ned Stark. Bronn: I hear he was taller. Tyrion: Not after Joff took off his head.

A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.