Jaime smiled knowingly. Men will read all sorts of things into a knowing smile if you let them.
Who do you think our champion will be today? Have you seen Mace Tyrell's boy? The Knight of Flowers, they call him. Now there's a son any man would be proud to own to. Last tourney, he dumped the King...
Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.
That's one way we differ, Jaime and I. He's taller as well, you may have noticed.
The man had a hand down between her legs, and he must have been hurting her there, because the woman started to moan, low in her throat.
Her name is Brienne, Jaime said. Brienne, the maid of Tarth. You still maiden, I hope?Her broad homely face turned red. Yes.Oh, good, Jaime said. I only rescue maidens.
How can you still count yourself a knight, when you have forsaken every vow you ever swore? Jaime reached for the flagon to refill his cup. So many vows...they make you swear and swear. Defend the kin...
I wonder what the High Septon would have to say about the sanctity of oaths sworn while dead drunk, chained to a wall, with a sword pressed to your chest?
Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both.
I am alive, and drunk on sunlight.
He pushed away from her and raised his arm, forcing his stump into her face. A Hand without a hand? A bad jape, sister. Don't ask me to rule.
If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice?''Because of men like you.
Jaime gave her [Brienne] a hard smile. See, wench? We know each other too well.
Jaime: Bir el kaybettim, bir baba, bir oğul, bir kız kardeş, bir sevgili ve çok yakında bir erkek kardeş kaybedeceğim. Ve bana hâlâ Lannister Hanedanı'nın bu savaşı kazandığını söylüyorlar.
Why would the stars want to look down on such as me?
You ought to be blowing me kisses, wench.