Once, I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off.

Those are brave men," he told Ser Balon in admiration. "Let's go kill them.

Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.

Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it’s always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

"Weese," she would whisper, first of all. "Dunsen, Chiswyck, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Gregor, Ser Armory, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei."

Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used against you