The Beauty raised her eyes, the only part of her that was truly beautiful.

Littlefinger: A trade envoy from Lys once observed to me that Lord Stannis must love his daughter very well, since he'd erected hundreds of statues of her all along the walls of Dragonstone. Tyrion: My lord, those are gargoyles.

They say night's beauties fade at dawn, and the children of wine are oft disowned in the morning light.

It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.

- Some men think because they are afraid to do. - There is a difference between fear and caution.

There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.

Children are a battle of a different sort. ... A battle without banners or warhorns but no less fierce.