Men see what they expect to see.

So be it. I'll wear my iron and hold my tongue. A man who won't listen can't hear.

This is the bravo’s dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die.

Do dead man dream? The dead themselves are silent on the matter

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

When the end comes, I will meet it raging.

His sister liked to think of herself as Lord Tywin with teats, but she was wrong. Their father had been as relentless and implacable as a glacier, where Cercei was all wildfire, especially when thwarted.