We were talking about the prince,' Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss. Arya knew which prince she meant: Joffrey, of course. The tall, handsome one. Sansa got to sit with him at the feast. Arya had to sit with the little fat one. Naturally.

We only make peace with our enemies. That's why it's called making peace.

Cersei Lannister: I shall wear this as a badge of honor. Robert Barathon: Wear it in silence or I'll honor you again.

There are ghosts everywhere," Ser Jorah said softly. "We carry them with us wherever we go.

Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

Wine makes all things possible.

If ice can burn, then love and hate can mate.