The first rule of war and business is to know your enemy.
The bad guys in this town are changing. They’re not playing by the old rules. Or any rules.
My reign has just begun.
It’s strange how some choices mean nothing and others govern the rest of your life.
Gotham’s Golden Rule, Harvey. No heroes.
First rule of business is you have to know who to speak to.
Deal always was outlaws live in Charming, s*** beyond the borders. You can’t change the rules, or it all goes to hell.[to Clay]
You want to know how we rule this world without collapsing from the pain and loss? You find a piece of this world that belongs to you and you hold on to it. And then, when it’s finally gone, you find another.[to Nynaeve]
You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But the word is out. You are not safe. Not even close.
You know the rules. I don’t talk how my meat gets made, you don’t talk about your magic man in the sky.
Weak men will never rule Dorne again.
We do not rule but we may guide the men that do.[to Rhaenys]