When you have known the kiss of a flaying knife, a laugh loses all its power to hurt you.

Robert was never the same after he put on that crown. Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them up and they go to rust.

"Another name? Oh, certainly. And when the Faceless Men come to kill me, I'll say, 'No, you have the wrong man, I'm a different dwarf with a hideous facial scar.'" Both Lannisters laughed at the absurdity of it all.

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

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.

I am doing the right thing, he told himself, so why do I feel so bad?

One of the hardest parts of writing is writing from the gut or the heart or something like that rather than intellectually.