Arya, What are you doing?" "Syrio says a water dancer can stand on one toe for hours." Her hands flailed at the air to steady herself. Ned had to smile. "Which toe?" he teased. "ANY toe," Arya said, exasperated with the question. She hopped from her right leg to her left, swaying dangerously before she regained her balance. "Must you do your standing here?" he asked. "It's a long hard fall down these steps." "Syrio says a water dancer NEVER falls.

Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.

For they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.

Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.

His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.

I need to sleep, but fear to dream.

Every man must die, Jon Snow. But first he must live.