Game of Thrones

The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.

Chaos isn't a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, but they refuse. They cling to the realm or the gods or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.

There's only one hell, Princess. The one we live in now.

Eνery time we deal with an enemy, we create two more.

I don't fight in tournaments... because when I fight a man for real, I don't want him to know what I can do.

For what it's worth, I've been a cynic for as long as I can remember. Everyone's always asking me to believe in things. Family, gods, kings, myself. It was often tempting until I saw where belief got people.

— There will be pain.
— I'll scream.
— Quite a bit of pain.
— I'll scream loudly.

A single day of freedom is worth more than a lifetime in chains.

— What you suggest is treason.
— Only if we lose.

Death is so final, whereas life... ah, life is full of possibilities.

Be careful with that. Start trying to work out who deserves what, and before long you'll spend your days weeping for eνery person in the world.

War was easier than daughters.

Men love to blame demons when their grand plans unravel.

— I'd like to see you in a silk dress.
— Would you?
— So I could tear it off you.
— Well, you rip my pretty silk dress, I'll blacken your eye.

— Do you pray to the gods?
— The old and the new.
— There is only one god... and his name is death. And there is only one thing we say to death — "Not today."

You're mine as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. But first we'll liνe.