Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.
My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind…and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.
Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.
Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust.
Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man’s nature.
Life is not a song, sweetling. You may learn that one day to your sorrow.
Let them see that their words can cut you, and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name, take it, make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.
Laughter is poison to fear.
It was queer how sometimes a child’s innocent eyes can see things that grown men are blind to.
It is no good hammering your sword into a plowshare if you must forge it again on the morrow.
In life, the monsters win.
If I look back I am lost.[repeated often in the rest of the book]