Jon Snow: I'm not afraid to die. Mormont: Nor life, I hope.

The air smelled of paper and dust and years.

A man could not always be where he belonged, though.

In King’s Landing, there are two sorts of people. The players and the pieces… Every man’s a piece to start with, and every maid as well. Even some who think they are players." Petyr Baelish

They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.

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

Drowning was bad enough. But drowning sad and sober, that's too cruel.