There’s part of me that loves words. But sometimes it feels like you’re trying to drive nails with your shoe.

If you would wed, wed. If not, take your pleasure where you find it. There's little enough of it in this world." - Oberyn

The man who never reads lives only one.

Dragons old and young, true and false, bright and dark. And you. A small man with a big shadow, snarling in the midst of all.

I dreamed... in the black of night a man asks all the questions he dare not ask by daylight. For me, the past years, only one question has remained. Why would the gods take my eyes and my strength, yet condemn me to linger on so long, frozen and forgotten? What use could they have for an old done man like me? ... I remember, Sam. I still remember. Remember what? Dragons, Aemon whispered.

Lady," she whimpered softly, wondering if she would meet her wolf again when she was dead.

Who do you think our champion will be today? Have you seen Mace Tyrell's boy? The Knight of Flowers, they call him. Now there's a son any man would be proud to own to. Last tourney, he dumped the Kingslayer on his golden rump, you ought to have seen the look on Cersei's face. I laughed till my sides hurt.