A Storm of Swords

The greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them.

Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next.

I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears.

I love the juice but I loathe sticky fingers. Clean hands, Sansa. Whatever you do, make certain your hands are clean.

Some battles are won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens.

Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. Maybe pretending is how you get brave, I don't know.

"I confess, I do not understand what there is in her to make a clever man like you act such a fool.”
“You might, if you were not a eunuch.”
“Is that the way of it? A man may have wits, or a bit of meat between his legs, but not both?” Varys tittered. “Perhaps I should be grateful I was cut, then."

There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.

“You're mine," she whispered. "Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we'll live."