I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool.

You are grown so very great now, yet the higher a man climbs the farther he has to fall.

Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. Maybe pretending is how you get brave, I don't know.

Her lord father had taught her never to steal, but it was growing harder to remember why.

The air smelled of paper and dust and years.

I am loyal to my beloved Joffrey. (Sansa) No doubt. As loyal as a deer surrounded by wolves. (Tyrion) Lions, she whispered without thinking.

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