It just might mean wading in the muck, getting your boots dirty, and doing what needs to be done.

A ruler who kills those devoted to her is not a ruler who inspires devotion.

Killing and politics aren't always the same thing.

I did not want to die a coward. Apparently I do not want to die at all.

— A man called the Hound. Sandor Clegane. He tried to sell me, but was wounded in a fight. He begged me to kill him, but I wouldn't. I left him in the mountains to die. I wanted him to suffer. I hated him. I hated him. That's not a lie!
— A girl lies to me, to the Many-Faced God, to herself.

— You would have me go to war?
— The whole country would have you go to war.
— Then we are lucky the whole country does not decide.

— Do you have wine?
— No.
— Can't sleep without wine.
— Then stay awake.

— Well, I tell them no one's special, and they think I'm special for telling them so.
— Perhaps they're right.
— It would be comforting to believe that, wouldn't it?

He was the blood of the dragon, but now his fire has gone out.

— You are going to be my wife. I am going to be your husband. We're allowed to walk through the gardens together.
— How many other girls have you walked through these gardens?
— I like the way your eyes go squinty when you're jealous.
— They do not go squinty, and you didn't answer the question.

You have a good heart. It'll get us all killed.

— Always wanted a Dornish stallion. Beasts can run a day and night without tiring. We'll ride to the Water Gardens with a nice breeze in our faces.
— First we need to bury these bodies.
— Birds have to eat, too.
— Corpses raise questions. Questions raise armies. We're not here to start a war.

My father used to tell me that boredom indicates a lack of inner resources.