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

If we leave our smells behind us when we leave a room, surely something of our souls must remain when we leave this life?" - Qyburn

Lady," she whimpered softly, wondering if she would meet her wolf again when she was dead.

If I took it away, no doubt I'd find a morningstar hidden under your pillow within a fortnight. Try not to stab your sister, whatever the provocation.

The world is full of cravens who pretended to be heroes.

The man who never reads lives only one.

Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.