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A smile should be a servant, and come only when you call it.

I am tempted to say this is no game we play, daughter, but of course it is. The game of thrones.

There have always been men who found it easier to speak vows than to keep them.

Fear makes even strong men do things they might never do otherwise.

In the darkness all of the gods were strangers.

We princes make our careful plans and the gods smash them all awry.

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.

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.