You're mine," she whispered. "Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we'll live.

The women are the strong ones, truly.

Schemes are like fruit, they require a certain ripening.

The city?" Tyrion was lost. "What city would that be?" "King's Landing. I am sending you to court." It was the last thing Tyrion Lannister would ever have anticipated. He reached for his wine, considered for a moment as he sipped. "And what am I to do there?" "Rule," his father said curtly.

I've lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister, and a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister won this war.

If you would wed, wed. If not, take your pleasure where you find it. There's little enough of it in this world." - Oberyn

Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.