— She loved you.
— She told you?
— No. All she ever talked about was killing you. That's how I know.
How can someone so consumed by the idea of his family have any conception what his actual family was doing?
— If you're afraid of a band of wildlings, how in seven hells did you manage to kill a White Walker?
— I didn't know I was going to kill it. But I had to do something. I didn't have any choice. It was going to kill Gilly and take the baby. If someone had asked me my name right then, I wouldn't have known. I wasn't Samwell Tarly any more. I wasn't a steward in the Night's Watch, or son of Randyll Tarly, or any of that. I was nothing at all. And when you're nothing at all, there's no more reason to be afraid.
Do you know what leadership means, Lord Snow? It means that the person in charge gets second-guessed by every clever little twat with a mouth. But if he starts second-guessing himself, that's the end for him, for the clever little twats, for everyone.
Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next.
The slaves you freed, brutality is all they've ever known. If you want them to know something else, you'll have to show it to them.
— Tyrion of the House Lannister, you stand accused by the Queen Regent of regicide. Did you kill King Joffrey?
— No.
— Did your wife, the Lady Sansa?
— Not that I know of.
— How would you say he died, then?
— Choked on his pigeon pie.
— So you would blame the bakers?
— Or the pigeons. Just leave me out of it.