Everything's better with some wine in the belly.
Ser Barristan loves his honor, Grand Maester Pycelle loves his office, and Littlefinger loves Littlefinger.
Nothing burns like the cold.
A hedge knight must hold tight to his pride. Without it, he was no more than a sellsword
We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.
You should grieve if a fictional character is killed. You should care.