Now, go drink until it feels like you did the right thing.

— Is this some kind of trick? Why do you want to help him?
— I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples, bastards and broken things.

Halfman maybe, but at least I have the courage to face my enemies.

We only make peace with our enemies, my lord. That's why it's called "making peace".

Watching is not seeing, dead girl. The seeing, the true seeing, that is the heart of swordplay.

That's what I do. I drink and I know things.

I will hurt you for this. A day will come when you think you're safe and happy, and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth. And you will know the debt is paid.

Beauty is a subjective quality.

— I've always hated the bells. They ring for horror. A dead king, a city under siege.
— A wedding.
— Exactly.

I'm a constant disappointment to my own father and I've learned to live with it.

There's no justice in the world. Not unless we make it.

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.

What is honor... compared to a woman's love? And what is duty... against the feel of a newborn son in your arms? Or a brother's smile?

— The powerful have always preyed on the powerless. That's how they became powerful in the first place.
— Perhaps. And perhaps we've grown so used to horror, we assume there's no other way.