Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.

You could make a poultice out of mud to cool a fever. You could plant seeds in mud and grow a crop to feed your children. Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.

A frightened man is a beaten man.

I will teach them what it means to put a lion in a cage, Cersei thought.

Words are wind, Brienne told herself. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.

The gods made our bodies as well as our souls, is it not so? They give us voices, so we might worship them with song. They give us hands, so we might build them temples. And they give us desire, so we might mate and worship them in that way.

The wide world is full of people wanting help, Jon. Would that some could find the courage to help themselves. - Lord Commander Mormont