“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.”

“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.”

“I thought that I was the Warrior and Cersei was the Maid, but all the time she was the Stranger, hiding her true face from my gaze. "Pray for me, if you like," he told his cousin. "I forgotten all the words.”

“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.”

“Tyrion let the eunuch help him mount. "Lord Varys," he said from the saddle, "sometimes I feel as though you are the best friend I have in King's Landing and sometimes I feel you are my worst enemy." "How odd. I think quite the same of you.”

“And who are you, the proud Lord saidthat I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat,that's all the truth I know.In a coat of gold or a coat of red,a lion still has claws.And, mine are as long and sharp, my Lordas long and sharp as yours.And so he spoke, and so he spoke,that Lord of Castamere,but now the rains weep o'er his hall,with no one there to hear.Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall,and not a soul to hear.”

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