The stone is strong. Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either.

I worked out of Hollywood for 10 years and I had my heart broken half a dozen times, so I know all the things that can go wrong.

If you die before you say her name, ser, I will hunt you through all seven hells.

She just laughed in his face and told him she'd sooner crawl in a bed with his father's leeches before she'd crawl in one with him. She stopped laughing when he put his knife in her.

She had put despair and fear aside, as if they were garments she did not choose to wear.

When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.

And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.