Life is not a song, sweetling. Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow.

Know the men who follow you and let them know you. Don't ask your men to die for a stranger.

He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.

The High Septon once told me that as we sin, so do we suffer.

Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms so tightly that he would never come to harm.

A true man does what he will, not what he must.

I will take what is mine with fire and blood.