George RR Martin

Only the sound of the waves pounding remained, a roar no man could still.

Why does a man with one pot of gold need another? Men are greedy.

Once a man had turned his tail and run from battle he ceased to be a man.

The more you give a king the more he wants. We are walking on a bridge of ice with an abyss on either side. Pleasing one king is difficult enough. Pleasing two is hardly possible.

What a man can do and what he will do are two different things.

"The war of the Ninepenny Kings?” asked Hyle Hunt.

“So they called it, though I never saw a king, nor earned a penny. It was a war though. That it was."

You will return to Lord Gyles and inform him that he does not have my leave to die.

Death should hold no fear for a man as old as me, but it does. Isn't that silly? It is always dark where I am, so why should I fear the darkness?

Justice. I remember justice. It had a pleasant taste. Justice was what we were about when Beric led us, or so we told ourselves. We were king’s men, knights, and heroes... but some knights are dark and full of terrors, my lady. War makes monsters of us all.

I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.

When a dog goes bad, the fault lies with his master.

The path of faith was a crooked one.