When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east," she said sadly. "When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When my womb quickens again, and I bear a living child. Then you will return, my sun-and-stars, and not before." -Daenerys Targaryen

Words are wind, Brienne told herself. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.

The Lord of Winterfell would always be a Stark

She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.

I do know what’s been useless to me is the online fantasy name generators. I’ve tried those a few times, and they say, ‘Just hit this button and we’ll generate 50 fantasy names,’ and they all turn out to be ‘Grisknuckle’.

Folly and desperation are ofttimes hard to tell apart.

The true horrors of human history derive not from orcs and Dark Lords, but from ourselves.