Man wants to be the king o' the rabbits, he best wear a pair o' floppy ears.

Does he think to scare me? Arya kissed him where his nose should be and plucked the grave worm from his eye to eat it, but it melted like a shadow in her hand. The yellow skull was melting too, and the kindliest old man that she had ever seen was smiling down on her. "No one has ever tried to eat my worm before," he said. "Are you hungry, child?" Yes, she thought, but not for food.

She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon… but it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her “little sister.” She’d tell him, “I missed you,” and he’d say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.

If the day comes when you would find me again, give that coin to any man from Braavos, and say these words to him--valar morghulis.

The air smelled of paper and dust and years.

The High Septon once told me that as we sin, so do we suffer.

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?