The light outside the windows was fading by the time the session drew to a close. Sansa felt limp with exhaustion as she made her way down from the g… - George R. R. Martin

Lord Rodrik was seldom seen without a book in hand, be it in the privy, on the deck of his Sea Song, or whilst holding audience. Asha had oft seen him reading on his high seat beneath the silver scythes. He would listen to each case as it was laid before him, pronounce his judgment…and read a bit whilst his captain-of-guards went to bring in the next supplicant.

"Your Grace," he said, when he and Cersei were alone, "I was wondering. Are you drunk, or merely stupid?"

The common people pray for rain, healthy children, and a summer that never ends,” Ser Jorah told her. “It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace.” He gave a shrug. “They never are.