A Feast for Crows (A Song of Ice and Fire #4)

by George R.R. Martin

“Some men think because they are afraid to do.”

history is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging.

prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.”

His desire was as deep and boundless as the sea, but when the tide receded, the rocks of shame and guilt thrust up as sharp as ever. Sometimes the waves would cover them, but they remained beneath the waters, hard and black and slimy.

Post nut clarity but poetic

but Tyrion is Tywin’s son, not you. I said so once to your father’s face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years.”

Our gods gave us legs to run with, noses to smell with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? Only a monster god, a demon of the darkness.”

Swollen in death, with faces gnawed and rotten, they all looked the same. On the gallows tree, all men are brothers.

it does not matter how a man begins, but only how he ends.