I've never been quite sure what the point of a eunuch is, if truth be told. It seems to me they're only men with the useful bits cut off.

She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother’s laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves.

Explain to me why it is more noble to kill ten thousand men in battle than a dozen at dinner.

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

We were king’s men, knights, and heroes . . . but some knights are dark and full of terror, my lady. War makes monsters of us all.” “Are you saying you are monsters?” “I am saying we are human. You are not the only one with wounds, Lady Brienne

...if you dance with dragons, you must expect to burn.

Ser Cleos looked like a weasel, fought like a goose, and had the courage of an especially brave ewe.