I do see the beauty in the rules, the invisible code of chaos hiding behind the menacing face of order.
You cannot preserve entropy. It gradually descends into disorder.
When I order some fool killed, I expect him to stay that way.
You’re just a soldier, aren’t you? You take your orders and you carry on.
When I’m Queen, I will create a new order.[to Rhaenys]
The order of the day is “eyes open, mouth shut.”[to Jesse]
The duty of maintaining order is never as thrilling as the challenge of establishing it.
Order outside will generate order inside.
As the lion who smothers her wailing cub, we’re strongest when we kill our own blood. It is the purest, most honest way to bring order to chaos.
A good soldier knows how to follow orders, not question them.
You cannot order scientific discoveries the way you order a steak, Ethel.
You can’t have organized crime without law and order.
