"Aren’t you afraid? The gods might send you down to some terrible hell for all the evil you’ve done."
"What evil?" He laughed. "What gods?"
"The gods that made us all."
"All?" He mocked. "Tell me, little bird, what kind of gods make a monster like the Imp, or a halfwit like Lady Tanda’s daughter? If there are gods, they made sheep so wolves could eat mutton, and they made the weak for the strong to play with."
"True knights protect the weak." - a clash of kings ; p.684