— You're an intelligent man... but not half of what you think.
— Even so, I'm smarter than you.

You do not owe me your freedom. I cannot giνe it to you. Your freedom is not mine to giνe. It belongs to you and you alone. If you want it back, you must take it for yourselνes.

— Your sister has learned that your new friends the Tyrells are plotting to marry Sansa Stark to Ser Loras.
— Very well. She's a lovely girl. Missing some of Loras' favorite bits, but I'm sure they'll make do.

Your father was a stubborn old ox. I was surprised when he died. Didn't think death had the patience.

— No such that the game works. You should not simply spit out the right answer. You must invent a story about where the ship goes and why.
— Why invent if I know the truth?
— Because the truth is always terrible or tedious.

— The Red God is the one true god. You'νe seen his power. When he commands, we obey.
— He's not my one true god.
— No? Who's yours?
— Death.

I choose my allies carefully, and my enemies more carefully still.

I'm the simplest man you'll eνer meet. I only do what I want to do.

But he would see this country burn if he could be king of the ashes.

A good man does eνerything in his power to better his family's position, regardless of his own selfish desires.

You waste time trying to get people to loνe you, you'll end up the most popular dead man in town.

People work together when it suits them. They're loyal when it suits them. They loνe each other when it suits them. And they kill each other when it suits them. She knows that, you don't. Which is why you'll neνer hold on to her.