The more people you love, the weaker you are.

she would die as she had lived, with an axe in her hand and a laugh upon her lips.

Sins may be forgiven. Crimes require punishment.

An honest kiss, a little kindness, everyone deserves that much, however big or small.

What is dead may never die, but rises again, stronger and harder.

The letter . . . What did your lords make of it, I wonder?” Stannis snorted. “Celtigar pronounced it admirable. If I showed him the contents of my privy, he would declare that admirable as well.

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?