Catelyn Stark: "Is there any creature on earth as unfortunate as an ugly woman?"
Tryion: "A whore learns to see the man, not his garb, or she turns up dead in an alley."
Cersei: "Tears. The woman's weapon, my lady mother used to call them. The man's weapon is a sword. And that tell us all you need to know, doesn't it?"
"Jaime told me once that he only feels truly alive in battle and in bed."
Cersei: "You little fool. Tears are not a woman's only weapon. You've got another one between your legs, and you'd best learn to use it. You'll find men use their swords freely enough. Both kinds of swords."
Cersei: "We were so much alike, I could never understand why they treated us so differently. Jaime learned to fight with sword and lance and mace, while I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock, while I was to be sold to some stranger like a horse, to be ridden whenever my new owner liked, beaten whenever he liked, and cast aside in time for a younger filly. Jaime's lot was to be glory and power, while mine was birth and moonblood."
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