It is being common-born that is dangerous, when the great lords play their game of thrones.
Shattered legs may heal in time, but some betrayals fester and poison the soul.
Art is not a democracy. People don't get to vote on how it ends.
Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
Robb: Uncle Benjen said to send you to the stables if I saw you. Jon: I have one more farewell to make. Robb: Then I haven't seen you.
Give me a good sharp knife and a good sharp cheese and Iām a happy man.