I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood."

"Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?"

"How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

“There are too many steps in this castle, and it seems to me they add a few ever…”

“No beast was as noisy as man.”

“Who are you?We we're king's men when we began, the man told her, but king's men…”

“Bronn himself, who’d only smiled that insolent dark smile of his and afterward …”