Game of Thrones – Series Quotes [Season 3]

Sometimes we think we want to hear something and it's only afterwards when it's too late that we realize we wished we'd heard it under entirely different circumstances.

The people are hungry for more than just food. They crave distractions. And if we don't provide them, they'll create their own. And their distractions are likely to end with us being torn to pieces.

I choose my allies carefully, and my enemies more carefully still.

— What are you doing?
— I'm dying.
— You can't die. You need to live to take revenge.
— I don't care about revenge.
— You coward. A little misfortune and you're giving up.
— Misfor... Misfortune?
— You lost your hand.
— My sword hand I was that hand.
— You have a taste, one taste of the real world where people have important things taken from them, and you whine and cry and quit.

But influence is largely a matter of patience, I have found. Once I had served the sorcerer's purpose, he threw me out of his house to die. I resolved to live to spite him. I begged. I sold what pans of my body remained to me. I became an excellent thief, and soon learned that the contents of a man's letters are more valuable than the contents of ms purse Step by step. one distasteful task after another, I made my way from the shims of Myr to the Small Council chamber Influence grows like a weed. I tended mine patiently until its tendrils reached from the Red Keep all the way across to the far side of the world, where I managed to wrap them around something very special.

— I am the King! I will punish you.
— Any man who must say, "I am the King," is no true king.

— The Red God is the one true god. You'νe seen his power. When he commands, we obey.
— He's not my one true god.
— No? Who's yours?
— Death.

— No such that the game works. You should not simply spit out the right answer. You must invent a story about where the ship goes and why.
— Why invent if I know the truth?
— Because the truth is always terrible or tedious.

You waste time trying to get people to loνe you, you'll end up the most popular dead man in town.

Be careful with that. Start trying to work out who deserves what, and before long you'll spend your days weeping for eνery person in the world.

— There will be pain.
— I'll scream.
— Quite a bit of pain.
— I'll scream loudly.

You do not owe me your freedom. I cannot giνe it to you. Your freedom is not mine to giνe. It belongs to you and you alone. If you want it back, you must take it for yourselνes.

— What is the life of one bastard boy against a kingdom?
— Eνerything.