Some allies are more dangerous than enemies.

I heard of a man who had a razor made of Valyrian steel. He cut his head off trying to shave.

A hedge knight must hold tight to his pride. Without it, he was no more than a sellsword

Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father's head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.

No fight is hopeless till it has been fought.

You are grown so very great now, yet the higher a man climbs the farther he has to fall.

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.