You know nothing, Jon Snow

And pray that he is the man I think he is, he finished silently, and not the man I fear he has become.

Tyrion wondered what it would be like to have a twin, and decided that he would rather not know. Bad enough to face himself in a looking glass every day.

She walked fast, to keep ahead of her fear.

When Maester Aemon heard him sing, he said his voice was honey poured over thunder.

Robert wanted to be loved. My brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved, Sansa?” “Everyone wants to be loved.” “I see flowering hasn’t made you any brighter,” said Cersei. “Sansa, permit me to share a bit of womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.

Of course it’s not enough to be a good man to be an effective ruler and it never has been.