He drew the dagger and laid it on the table between them; a length of dragonbone and Valyrian steel$$$ as sharp as the difference between right and wrong$$$ between true and false$$$ between life and death.

It was queer how sometimes a child's innocent eyes can see things that grown men are blind to.

Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.

...How would you like to die$$$ Tyrion son of Tywin?""In my own bed$$$ with a belly full of wine and a maiden's mouth around my cock$$$ at the age of eighty$$$" he replied.

You are your mother's trueborn son of Lannister.""Am I?" the dwarf replied$$$ sardonic. "Do tell my lord father. My mother died birthing me$$$ and he's never been sure.""I don't even know who my mother was$$$" Jon said. "Some woman$$$ no doubt. Most of them are." He favored Jon with a rueful grin. "Remember this$$$ boy. All dwarfs may be bastards$$$ yet not all bastards need be dwarfs."And with that he turned and sauntered back into the feast$$$ whistling a tune.

A craven can be as brave as any man$$$ when there is nothing to fear. And we all do our duty$$$ when there is no cost to it. How easy it seems then$$$ to walk the path of honor. Yet soon or late in every man's life comes a day when it is not easy$$$ a day when he must choose. (Maester Aemon)

Death is so terribly final$$$ while life is full of possibilities.

I take no joy in mead nor meat$$$ and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.

The things we love destroy us every time$$$ lad. Remember that.

The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.