My featherbed is deep and soft, and there I’ll lay you down, I’ll dress you all in yellow silk and on your head a crown. For you shall be my lady love, and I shall be your lord. I’ll always keep you warm and safe, and guard you with my sword. And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me. I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass, But you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass.

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

Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man's nature. -- Lyanna

People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it's served up.

Everyone who isn't us is an enemy." - Cersei

Mother, I want to see him fly!

Men's lives have meaning, not their deaths.