“Through crimson stars and silent stars and tumbling nebulas like oceans set on fire, through empires of glass and civilizations of pure thought, and a whole, terrible, wonderful universe of impossibilities. You see these eyes? They’re old eyes; and one thing I can tell you, monsters are real.”
"He had been born in the dead of winter, a terrible cruel one that the maesters said had lasted near three years, but Tyrion’s earliest memories were of spring."
One, two, Moran’s coming for you.
Three, four, gonna be worse than war.
Five, six, here’s my bag of tricks.
Seven, eight, you’re gonna join your mate.
Nine, ten, never breathe again.