A bruise is a lesson... and each lesson makes us better.

The girl had hoped for fog, but the gods ignored her prayers as gods so often did.

There has never been a slave who did not choose to be a slave. Their choice may be between bondage and death, but the choice is always there.

It had been more of a wish, actually, but it sounded better to call it a dream.

The real issue lies in the North beyond the Wall. Stannis becomes one of the few characters fully to understand that, which is why in spite of everything he is a righteous man.

The sun will soon be setting, and corpses make poor company by night. These were dark and dangerous men, alive. I doubt that death will have improved them.

The ones who look the most suspicious are likely innocent. It's the ones who look innocent I need to beware.