George RR Martin

"They're our horses."

"Meaning you stole them yourselves, is that it? War makes thieves of many honest folk."

Shadows only live when given birth by the light.

I've won every battle, yet somehow I'm losing the war.

A wise man never makes an enemy of a king.

I'm much less boring than these others. I hope that you're fond of fools.

I wonder what the High Septon would say about the sanctity of oaths sworn while dead drunk, chained to a wall, with a sword pressed against your chest?

He knew how to dress and he knew how to smile and he knew how to bathe, and somehow he got the notion that this made him fit to be king.

A good threat is often more telling than a blow.

All he needed to do now was nothing. A few moments more, and he would be with his sons now, resting in the cool green mud of the bottom of the sea, with fish nibbling at his face.

How can a father outlive so many strong young sons?

You should have learned by now, none of us get the things we want.

He should thank the gods that Ser Rodrik was not ironborn. The men of the green lands were made of softer stuff, though he was not certain they would prove soft enough.