I wonder what the High Septon would have to say about the sanctity of oaths sworn while dead drunk, chained to a wall, with a sword pressed to your chest?

Is there any creature on earth as unfortunate as an ugly woman? (wonders Lady Catelyn Stark)

...spend my time warring and whoring, that's what I was made for.

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

I've been very lucky. There were times when I was afraid I would never sell another book, but I never doubted I'd write another book.

The High Septon once told me that as we sin, so do we suffer.

Men have scars, women mysteries.