Book: A feast for crows (a Feast for crows)

History is a wheel, for the nature of man unchanged in essence. What happened before, will happen again.

Death is not the worst. It's a gift that God gives us, ending poverty and suffering. When we are born, the many faces each of us sends a dark angel that is coming for us. When a person can no longer carry the burden of their sins and their sufferings, the angel takes him by the hand and takes them to the edge of the night, where the stars Shine forever.

... Crazy thought, only desperation could produce.

In king's landing Lord Tywin never loved, and he tried to win the love someone else. "Love needs money, and a horse on it not buy and the house it is not warm on a cold night," said he, with her Jaime, when he and his brother had been no older than Tommen.

My father said that soon a blow of the sword protects any more reliable shield.

Want to get married, so go out, he would tell his own daughters - and no, we will live happily. In this world of so little joy. But choose carefully: if any of you will be contacted by the fool or brute animals, though not waiting for me to do deliverance. I gave you all the tools that you coped with it.

... the price of a man determines the sword is in the hand, not the one that fits between the legs.

- May to gather some peyote to send? I your will is not the decree. You are my son.
- I'm a king. Margaery says that the king must obey. Tomorrow I want saddled my white horse and to ser Loras make me attack with a spear. I also want a kitten and not want to eat the beets, the king, after his speech, folded his arms on his chest.

- I'll bring you the head of anyone who dares to betray you.
I don't want anyone's head. I need obedience.

- You think too much, Uncle.
Really?
The father would say so.
- Oberyn thought a little less.
Some men hesitate because they are afraid to act.
- There is a difference between fear and caution.

- Is it reasonable?
- Not reasonable, but necessary.

Boy or girl, doesn't matter. We are all fighting in the same battle, he said. But the gods allow us to choose the weapon.

Words are like arrows, Arianna. If broke, will not return.

Six-and-ten he called himself a man, but to tell the truth, he was nothing more than a bottle of wine on legs.