He had found over the years that silence sometimes yielded more than questions. And so it was this time.

The true horrors of human history derive not from orcs and Dark Lords, but from ourselves.

No fight is hopeless till it has been fought.

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.

Shattered legs may heal in time, but some betrayals fester and poison the soul.

You lie. Worse, you lie poorly.