— She's a good actress.
— So a man has heard.
— Seems like a decent woman.
— Does death only come for the wicked and leave the decent behind?

— A wise man once said, "The true history of the world is the history of great conversations in elegant rooms."
— Who said this?
— Me. Just now.

— Sansa. Hello, Sansa. Is this where I'll be staying now? No. Our time together is about to come to an end. That's all right. You can't kill me. I'm part of you now.
— Your words will disappear. Your house will disappear. Your name will disappear. All memory of you will disappear.

— My hounds will never harm me.
— You haven't fed them in seven days. You said it yourself.
— They're loyal beasts.
— They were. Now they're starving.

I wonder if you're the worst person I've ever met. At a certain age, it's hard to recall. But the truly vile do stand out through the years.

I am not a torturer. Though it so often is what people deserve. And it does provide answers. But they're usually the wrong answers. My job is to find the right answers. Do you know how I do that? I do it by making people happy.

Whoever you are, wherever you go, someone in this city wants to murder you.

You're nervous. You're a nervous talker... That's not any better, being a nervous mute.

— No, no, no.
— We're not butchers. We hang them.
— Hanging?
— All over in an instant. Where's the punishment in that?
— They die.
— We all bloody die. Except this one here. I'll only gut one of them.

Slander a man in his own home, you might find yourself crossing swords with him.

— We are part of something larger than ourselves.
— Lots of horrible shit in this world gets done for something larger than ourselves.

If you acquire a reputation as a mad dog, you'll be treated as a mad dog. Taken out back and slaughtered for pig feed.