If you would wed, wed. If not, take your pleasure where you find it. There's little enough of it in this world." - Oberyn

She had put despair and fear aside, as if they were garments she did not choose to wear.

He was no dragon, Dany thought, curiously calm. Fire cannot kill a dragon

And who are you, the proud Lord said that I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws. And, mine are as long and sharp, my Lord as long and sharp as yours. And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that Lord of Castamere, but now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear. Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear.

Art is not a democracy. People don't get to vote on how it ends.

An honest kiss, a little kindness, everyone deserves that much, however big or small.

Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.