The greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them.

she would die as she had lived, with an axe in her hand and a laugh upon her lips.

She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.

What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves.

Knowledge is a Weapon, Jon. Arm yourself well before you ride forth to Battle.

Robb: Uncle Benjen said to send you to the stables if I saw you. Jon: I have one more farewell to make. Robb: Then I haven't seen you.

It was the easiest thing in the world for Arya to step up behind him and stab him. “Is there gold hidden in the village?” she shouted as she drove the blade up through his back. “Is there silver? Gems?” She stabbed twice more. “Is there food? Where is Lord Beric?” She was on top of him by then, still stabbing. “Where did he go? How many men were with him? How many knights? How many bowmen? How many, how many, how many, how many, how many, how many? is there gold in the village?