Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love.

I have a hole where my heart should be, she thought, and nowhere else to go.

I just need to rest, that’s all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.

A sweet face oft hides a sinner's heart.

I wonder what the High Septon would have to say about the sanctity of oaths sworn while dead drunk, chained to a wall, with a sword pressed to your chest?

Any act can be a prayer, if done as well as we are able.

You know nothing, Jon Snow