“What the hell is wrong with me? And who is Nibbles?”
“Cause what the hell is wrong with expressing yourself, trying to be me?”
“Bran grabbed her sleeve, forcing her to look at him. "What in the hell is goin' on with you?" "What is wrong with me? What is wrong with your goats? They're evil! And they're laughing at me! Look at their smug little goat faces! Go on. Look at them!”
“What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked.It was a good question.”
“Who the hell are you? (Zeke)Wrong direction, actually. But my name is Gabriel. (Gabriel)”
“Give me priests who are fat and corrupt and cynical,(...) the sort who like to sit on soft satin cushions, nibble sweetmeats, and diddle little boys. It's the ones who believe in gods who make the trouble. (Tyrion)”