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

Go Ahead, call me all the names you want," Sansa said airily. "You won't dare when I'm married to Joffrey. You'll have to bow and call me Your Grace." She shrieked as Arya flung the orange across the table. It caught her in the middle of the forehead with a wet squish and plopped down into her lap. "You have juice on your face, Your Grace ," Arya said.

Nothing someone says before the word 'but' really counts.

She is not truly beautiful but something about her draws the eye.

When you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him.

He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.

I dreamed... in the black of night a man asks all the questions he dare not ask by daylight. For me, the past years, only one question has remained. Why would the gods take my eyes and my strength, yet condemn me to linger on so long, frozen and forgotten? What use could they have for an old done man like me? ... I remember, Sam. I still remember. Remember what? Dragons, Aemon whispered.