Knights die in battle,” Catelyn reminded her. Brienne looked at her with those blue and beautiful eyes. “As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them.

Just where do you think you are going, Arya?' the septa demanded. Arya glared at her. 'I have to go shoe a horse,' she said sweetly taking a brief satisfaction in the shock on the septa's face.

All my life men like you've sneered at me, and all my life I've been knocking men like you into the dust.

We look at mountains and call them eternal, and they seem... but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, starts fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.

I need to sleep, but fear to dream.

I have some other novels I want to write. I have a lot of short stories - I love the short story.

Of course it’s not enough to be a good man to be an effective ruler and it never has been.