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

The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.

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.

All my life men like you've sneered at me, and all my life I've been knocking men like you into the dust.

Mothers." The man made a word sound like a curse. "I think birthing does something to your minds. You are all mad.

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

Tomorrow's trials concerned her more than yesterday's triumphs.