Jaime smiled knowingly. Men will read all sorts of things into a knowing smile if you let them.

You could make a poultice out of mud to cool a fever. You could plant seeds in mud and grow a crop to feed your children. Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.

There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave us legs to run with, noses to smell with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? Only a monster god, a demon of the darkness.

She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother’s laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves.

And pray that he is the man I think he is, he finished silently, and not the man I fear he has become.

Woman? Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man. - Daenerys Targaryen

His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.