“The Lord of Casterly Rock made such an impressive figure that it was a shock when his destrier dropped a load of dung right at the base of the throne.”

“Stone, I must be stone, I must be Casterly Rock, hard and unmovable.”

“It is being common-born that is dangerous, when the great lords play their game of thrones.”

“Why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones?”

“The rocking of the deck beneath his feet made his stomach heave, and the wretched food tasted even worse when retched back up.”

“The High Septon once told me that as we sin, so do we suffer. If that’s true, Lord Eddard, tell me… why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones?”

“Jaime smiled. "I hope you're not thinking of taking the black on us, sweet brother."Tyrion laughed. "What, me, celibate? The whores would go begging from Dorne to Casterly Rock. No, I just want to stand on top of the Wall and piss off the edge of the world.”