Dragons old and young, true and false, bright and dark. And you. A small man with a big shadow, snarling in the midst of all.

Ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow. Tyrion smiled. Lord Varys, I am growing strangely fond of you. I may kill you yet, but I think I'd feel sad about it. I will take that as high praise.

I heard of a man who had a razor made of Valyrian steel. He cut his head off trying to shave.

What are gods for if not to sit in judgment over men? The Many-Faced God does not weigh men's souls, however. He gives his gift to the best of men as he gives it to the worst. Elsewise the good would live forever.

Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.

A man who sees nothing has no use for his eyes,” the Mountain declared. “Cut them out and give them to your next outrider. Tell him you hope that four eyes might see better than two . . . and if not, the man after him will have six.

Even in dreams, you could not fall forever.