Character: Cersei Lannister

- What was she like?
- You never asked about her, never. Why?
- At first, being one, just saying her name, as if I again breathed life into it. I thought if I don't mention her, she just disappears for you. Realizing that this does not happen, I didn't ask out of spite. I didn't want to give you the satisfaction of thinking that I care. And in the end it became clear that my spite didn't mean anything to you. As far as I can tell, you liked it.
- So why now?
- What harm is able to pay us a Ghost Lenny stark, except that we've caused each other a hundred times in a row?

- Where are your shoes?
I gave it to someone more in need. We always do, isn't it?

Fight, or die, or give up and die - I know your choice, the warrior must know his choice.

- What are you doing?
- Pray.
- You just the ideal.
- What are you praying?
- The gods have mercy on us.
- Over all?
- Yes, The Queen.
- Even me?
- Of Course, The Queen.
Even Joffrey?
- Joffrey is my...
- Shut up, stupid.
- She asks the gods to have mercy on us...
The gods are cruel, they are gods.
My father said when he caught me begging.
- I remember how my mother died. I was a fool. I didn't understand that death is final. I thought that if earnestly pray, that the gods will give me back my mother.

- You think I'm stupid?
- I think your intelligence is above average.

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

People will whisper and giggle. Let. They are so insignificant that I do not notice them. I see what is important to me.

If someone uses our hardships for their own benefit, I want to know about it. If someone laughs at the Queen that was walking down the street naked and covered in shit, I want to hear it. I want to know who these people are. And where to find them.

We kill our horses when they break legs, and dogs when they go blind, but to give the same mercy to crippled children we have the spirit is not enough.

- I ask you to impose on him the fetters, father, for your own safety. You see how he is.
- I see that he's a midget. That day, when I scared an angry dwarf, I'll drown myself in a barrel of red wine.

I warned you that Geoff is a solid character.
Between a strong character and stupidity is a large distance.

When it comes to swords, even the Queen is only a woman.

Lord Giles, who between bouts of coughing hard drinking, he fell unconscious face-first into the bowl among the puddles of wine. The Queen looked at him with disgust.
- Apparently, the gods are out of your mind, if you do create such men, and I was not in his right mind when he demanded his release.

Your people remain faithful to you only in one case: if you will fear you more than the enemy.