A Clash of Kings (A Song of Ice and Fire, #2)

by George R.R. Martin

Power resides where men believe it resides. No more and no less.”

I may kill you yet, but I think I’d feel sad about it.”

Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints—the ground’s too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do …”

“Lord Varys,” he said from the saddle, “sometimes I feel as though you are the best friend I have in King’s Landing, and sometimes I feel you are my worst enemy.” “How odd. I think quite the same of you.”