— If your gods are real and if they are just... why is the world so full of injustice?
— Because of men like you.
— There are no men like me. Only me.

— You're Tyrion Lannister, the queen's brother?
— My greatest accomplishment.

A good king knows when to save his strength... and when to destroy his enemies.

— The grip must be delicate.
— What if I drop it?
— The steel must be part of your arm. Can you drop part of your arm? No.

Some lucky boys just born with a talent for violence.

— My dear brother, there are times you make me wonder whose side you're on.
— My dear brother, you wound me. You know how much I love my family.

— Very handsome armor. Not a scratch on it.
— I know. People have been swinging at me for years, but they always seem to miss.
— You've chosen your opponents wisely then.
— I have a knack for it.

— Lord Eddard Stark... I would name you the Hand of the King.
— I'm not worthy of the honour.
— I'm not trying to honour you. I'm trying to get you to run my kingdom, while I eat, drink and whore my way to an early grave.

— I sent 2,000 men to their graves today.
— The bards will sing songs of their sacrifice.
— Aye. But the dead won't hear them.

When Aerys Targaryen sat on the iron throne, your father was a rebel and a traitor. Someday you'll sit on the throne and the truth will be what you make it.

When soIdiers Iack discipIine, the fault lies with their commander.

Love is the death of duty.

— All the best swords have names, you know.
— Sansa can keep her sewing needles. I've got a needle of my own.

— Tell me something, Varys. Who do you truly serve?
— The realm, my lord. Someone must.

— How would you like to die, Tyrion son of Tywin?
— In my own bed? At the age of 80? With a bellyful of wine and a girl's mouth around my cock?