The more people you love, the weaker you are.

And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.

We're all the heroes of our own stories. So, when I am inside the head of a character who would otherwise be considered a villain, I have a great deal of affection for that character and I'm trying to see the world and the events through their eyes.

Of course you know him. Everyone knows a pear-shaped man.

Everything's better with some wine in the belly.

Does he think to scare me? Arya kissed him where his nose should be and plucked the grave worm from his eye to eat it, but it melted like a shadow in her hand. The yellow skull was melting too, and the kindliest old man that she had ever seen was smiling down on her. "No one has ever tried to eat my worm before," he said. "Are you hungry, child?" Yes, she thought, but not for food.

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