You know, I've always considered women to be people.

The old man laid a withered, spotted hand on his shoulder. "It hurts, boy," he said softly. "Oh, yes. Choosing . . . it has always hurt. And always will. I know.

But what a man can do and what a man will do are two different things, he knew.

Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.

We were talking about the prince,' Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss. Arya knew which prince she meant: Joffrey, of course. The tall, handsome one. Sansa got to sit with him at the feast. Arya had to sit with the little fat one. Naturally.

You do not steal from the dragon, oh, no. The dragon remembers.

Some men want whores on the eve of battle, and some want gods. Jon wondered who felt better afterward.