“Dragons old and young, true and false, bright and dark. And you. A small man with a big shadow, snarling in the midst of all.”

“Power resides only where men believe it resides. [...] A shadow on the wall, yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.”

“Power resides where men believe it resides. A very small man can cast a very large shadow.”

“A shadow on the wall,” Varys murmured, “yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.”Tyrion smiled. “Lord Varys, I am growing strangely fond of you. I may kill you yet, but I think I’d feel sad about it.”“I will take that as high praise.”

“Which king?”“All of them. The true and the false alike. If they would claim the realm, let them defend it.”

“And I tell you truly, Daenerys, there is no man in all the world who will ever be half so true to you as me.”

“You do not steal from the dragon, oh, no. The dragon remembers.”