I’d be anonymous. That’s what I’d do differently.

Children are a battle of a different sort. ... A battle without banners or warhorns but no less fierce.

Give me honorable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I'll sleep more easily by night.

The common people pray for rain, healthy children and a summer that never ends. It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace.

Let him grow taller,she asked the gods.Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. Please, please, please.

Know the men who follow you and let them know you. Don't ask your men to die for a stranger.

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.