The truth of it is, writers do have peculiar relationships with their characters. They are our children in more senses than one. They are born of our imaginations, carry much of ourselves in them, and embody whatever dreams we dream of immortality.

A thousand deaths would still be less than he deserves.

You should grieve if a fictional character is killed. You should care.

I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool.

Pyp had stabbed a turnip with his knife. "The night is dark and full of turnips," he announced in a solemn voice. "Let us all pray for venison, my children, with some onions and a bit of tasty gravy.

Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

Not everyone who spoke you friendly was really your friend." - Arya