“One day the singers will make all of us immortal.”

“The singers make much of kings who valiantly die in battle, but your life is worth more than a sword. To me at least, who gave it to you.”

“If I am ever Hand again, the first thing I'll do is hang all the singers," said Tyrion, too loudly.”

“The day you make them all is the day you stop improving. - Alleras”

“You've got a bold tongue, little man. One day, someone is like to cut it out and make you eat it.”

“No singer would ever make a song about that battle. No maester would ever write down an account for one of the Reader's beloved books. No banners flew, no warhorns moaned, no great lord called his men about him to hear his final ringing words. They fought in the predawn gloom, shadow against shadow, stumbling over roots and rocks, with mud and rotting leaves beneath their feet.”

“It all goes back and back," Tyrion thought, "to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance in our steads.”