If your brains were dynamite there wouldn't be enough to blow your hat off.

All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental.

I am eternally grateful for my knack of finding in great books, some of them very funny books, reason enough to feel honored to be alive, no matter what else might be going on.

You were sick, but now you're well again, and there's work to do.

...a plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least a little bit.

Things stayed peaceful in there, even as the crashing vehicles and the cries of the injured and dying reached a crescendo outside. "I fry mine in butter!" indeed.

Luck is largely a matter of paying attention.

Reform must come from within not from without. You cannot legislate for virtue.

Ideas are bulletproof.

We are all one. We're not as separate as we oftentimes think.

Ser Barristan loves his honor, Grand Maester Pycelle loves his office, and Littlefinger loves Littlefinger.

She had wailed loudly enough to wake the dead and make them call the cops.

I am super proud of being an American, but we fail our veterans every day.

The reason I know you don't love me, is because the day I walked out your door, you didn't stop me.

The world is a country which nobody ever yet knew by description; one must travel through it one's self to be acquainted with it.

This world of ours has everything except one thing: peace. Everybody wants and needs peace, whether he be a child or an octogenarian.