"Sorry to disappoint you, Father," Tyrion said. "No need to leap up and embrace me, I wouldn't want you to strain yourself." He crossed the room to their table, acutely conscious of the way his stunted legs made him waddle with every step. Whenever his father's eyes were upon him, he became uncomfortably aware of all his deformities and shortcomings.
Fear cuts deeper than swords.
Once i cut off a man's head, but he did not know it untill he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off.
Dette er bizarro fiction, kall det gjerne litteraturens punk. Det er mørkt, satirisk og helsprøtt fra ende til annen. Jeg likte den, men den er definitivt ikke for alle.
Hun hadde et anstrengt forhold til sko. Hun likte rett og slett ikke å bruke sko. Pene sko trengte pene klær. Og pene klær krevde pene mennesker. Hun kunne ikke leve opp til det.
"When you play the Game of Thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground."
... a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.
You're not half the male you could be because of what was done to you. You're twice what anyone else is because you survived.