I heard of a man who had a razor made of Valyrian steel. He cut his head off trying to shave.
But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes, and she remembered what Lord Petyr had said to her, here in this very hall. 'Life is not a song, sweetling,' he'd told her, 'You may learn that one day to your sorrow.' In life, the monsters win, she told herself.
I had a couple of friends, but I was mostly the kid with his nose in a book.
Those are brave men," he told Ser Balon in admiration. "Let's go kill them.
Some truths did not bear saying, and some lies were necessary.
A mad man sees what he sees.