The apples stewed with prunes are excellent, except for the prunes, I won't eat prunes myself. Well, there was one time when Hobb chopped them up with chesnuts and carrots and hid them in a hen. Never trust a cook, my lord. They'll prune you when you least expect it.

They'll kill for that knighthood, but don't ever think they'll die for it.

The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods.

If the day comes when you would find me again, give that coin to any man from Braavos, and say these words to him--valar morghulis.

Arya lifted her gaze from the dead man and his dead dog. Jaqen H'ghar was leaning up against the side of the Wailing Tower. When he saw her looking, he lifted a hand to his face and laid two fingers casually against his cheek.

Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints - the ground's too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do.

You can't hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn't mean it's useless.