I don’t want to fight you, Jorah the Andal. What do I have to gain? If I win, I’m the s*** who killed an old man. If I lose, I’m the s*** who was killed by an old man.
I don’t care who’s sitting at the high table. Jon was my friend. And those f*****s butchered him. Now we return the favor.
I choose violence.
I can’t even remember what she looked like. I only know she was the one thing I ever wanted. Someone took her away from me, and seven kingdoms couldn’t fill the hole she left behind.
Hypocrisy is a boil. Lancing a boil is never pleasant.
Hunger turns men into beasts.
Hard truths cut both ways.
Good prisoners breed good jailers.
Give us common folk one taste of power, we’re like the lion who tasted man. Nothing is ever so sweet again.
First lesson – stick them with the pointy end.
Fighting bravely for a losing cause is admirable. Fighting for a winning cause is far more rewarding.
Far too much has been written about great men and not nearly enough about morons. Doesn’t seem right.
