In real life, the hardest aspect of the battle between good and evil is determining which is which.

If I could wish the Kingslayer back in chains I would. You freed him without my knowledge or consent... but what you did, I know you did for love. For Arya and Sansa, and out of grief for Bran and Rickon. Love’s not always wise, I’ve learned. It can lead us to great folly, but we follow our hearts... wherever they take us. Don’t we, Mother?

There is only one god and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: “Not today.

A hound will die for you, but never lie to you. And he'll look you straight in the face.

We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.

What do you like to do?” She scuffed a toe amongst the rushes. “Needlework.” “Very restful, isn’t it?” “Well,” said Arya, “not the way I do it.

You kill men for the wrongs they have done, not the wrongs that they may do someday.