Game of Thrones [Season 6]

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

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.

And it's not about waiting for the gods to answer your prayers. It's not even about the gods. It's about you. Learning you have to answer your prayers yourself.

As a clever man once told me, "We make peace with our enemies, not our friends."

I remember once a woman screaming at us, calling us animals, as we dragged her son from their hut. But we weren't animals. Animals are true to their nature, and we had betrayed ours.

No ruler that ever lived had the support of all the people.

Try to stay out of fights. But if you have to fight, win.

— You would spill blood in this holy place?
— Oh, the gods won't mind. They've spilled more blood than the rest of us combined.

You're in the great game now. And the great game's terrifying.

Let us sail on the tide of freedom instead of being drowned by it.

— For years I pretended to love the poor, the afflicted. I had pity for them, but I never loved them. They disgusted me.
— They are hard to love. The poor disgust us because they are us, shorn of our illusions. They show us what we'd look like without our fine clothes. How we'd smell without perfume.

— A parley or a fight?
— He's an old man.
— You've got one hand. My money's on the old boy.

It is beautiful beneath the sea, but if you stay too long, you’ll drown.

I suppose it's hard for a fanatic to admit a mistake. Isn't that the whole point of being a fanatic? You're always right.