The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.

The moon was a crescent, thin and sharp as the blade of a knife.

Your brother Jaime keeps losing battles. He gave Sansa an angry look, as if it were her fault. He’s been taken by the Starks and we’ve lost Riverrun and now her stupid brother is calling himself a king.
The dwarf smiled crookedly. “All sorts of people are calling themselves kings these days.

You," Madeline said, her voice hollow and wheezing, "are like a bad case of herpes, wizard. You're inconvenient, embarassing, no real threat, and you simply will not go away.

He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts... for support rather than illumination.

Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?