“How long has it been since you've eaten?My faith is all the nourishment I need.Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.”

“Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.”

“The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept.”

“I do so hope he plays us 'The Rains of Castamere.' It has been an hour. I've forgotten how it goes.”

“I dreamed... in the black of night a man asks all the questions he dare not ask by daylight. For me, the past years, only one question has remained. Why would the gods take my eyes and my strength, yet condemn me to linger on so long, frozen and forgotten? What use could they have for an old done man like me? ... I remember, Sam. I still remember.Remember what?Dragons, Aemon whispered.”

“I have been despised by better men than you.”

“My lady,” Tyrion said. “You are lovely, make no mistake, but … I cannot do this. My father be damned. We will wait. The turn of a moon, a year, a season, however long it takes. Until you have come to know me better, and perhaps to trust me a little.” His smile might have been meant to be reassuring, but without a nose it only made him look more grotesque and sinister.”