Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence.

Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

I know nothing and perhaps I never will.

We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.

Words are wind, Brienne told herself. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.

All men are fools, if truth be told, but the ones in motley are more amusing than ones with crowns.

Explain to me why it is more noble to kill ten thousand men in battle than a dozen at dinner.