Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.

A frightened man is a beaten man.

But my philosophy is that plot advancement is not what the experience of reading fiction is about. If all we care about is advancing the plot, why read novels? We can just read Cliffs Notes.

On the gallows tree, all men are brothers.

Is there any creature on earth as unfortunate as an ugly woman? (wonders Lady Catelyn Stark)

And who are you, the proud Lord said that I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws. And, mine are as long and sharp, my Lord as long and sharp as yours. And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that Lord of Castamere, but now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear. Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear.

The things I do for love.