Why has no one come to pry me out of here?- Cersei

Every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is old.

My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.

Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both.

History is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again.

Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.

Fat men take a cushion with them wherever they go.

This was how an enemy should be dealt with: with a dagger, not a declaration.

I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.""Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?""How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

The world the Citadel is building has no place in it for sorcery or prophecy or glass candles, much less for dragons.

Wake me up with the touch of your love.

I don't care about the little guy. I just hate the big guy. I hate big smug people who think they can get away with things.

I figured out it was a social thing, what women were allowed to do. At a very young age, I decided I was not going to follow women's rules.

One flesh. Or if you prefer, one ship. The starboard engine has gone. I, the port engine, must chug along somehow till we make harbour. Or rather, till the journey ends.

After watching Watford against Manchester City last night that was like a bubblebath. It was beautiful.

I've always loved plastics and rubber, and it's such a specifically unique material that you have to have the manufacturing abilities to make it.

Take chances, make mistakes. That’s how you grow.

The dream might have been more than a dream. It was as if a door in the wall of reality had come ajar... and now all sorts of unwelcome things were flying through.

In my view the tablet and the PC are different. You can do things with the tablet if you are not encumbered by the legacy of the PC.

The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.