Far more people in Westeros love you than love me. I don’t have love here. I only have fear.[to Jon]
F*ck the king.
Everything’s better with some wine in the belly.
Everyone who makes a joke about a dwarf’s height thinks he’s the only person ever to make a joke about a dwarf’s height.
Everyone is what they are and where they are for a reason.
Even the bravest men fear death.
Even confessing feels good under the right circumstances.
Eloquent men are right every bit as often as imbeciles.
Edmure is back in a cell. Can’t go killing my son by law. It wouldn’t be right. Give the family a bad name.
Dragons are intelligent. More intelligent than men according to some maesters. They have affection for their friends and fury for their enemies.
Does death only come for the wicked and leave the decent behind?
Death is the enemy. The first enemy and the last.
