There are no men like me. Only me.
The past is the past. The future is all that’s worth discussing.
The past is already written. The ink is dry.
The king does not ask, he commands.
The freedom to make my own mistakes was all I ever wanted.
The Dornish are crazy. All they want to do is fight and f***, f*** and fight.
The dead don’t need lovers. Only the living.
The absence of desire leaves one free to pursue other things.
Sometimes before we can usher in the new, the old must be put to rest.
Someone who inspires priests and wh**es is worth taking seriously.
Safety is never a permanent state of affairs.
Prodigies appear in the oddest of places.
