The Gods give with one hand and take with the other.

The letter . . . What did your lords make of it, I wonder?” Stannis snorted. “Celtigar pronounced it admirable. If I showed him the contents of my privy, he would declare that admirable as well.

She just laughed in his face and told him she'd sooner crawl in a bed with his father's leeches before she'd crawl in one with him. She stopped laughing when he put his knife in her.

What do we say to the Lord of Death?" "Not today.

She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.

It is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.

Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.