I'm fond of all my characters so every time one doesn't make the cut I'm a little disappointed although I understand it.

Just where do you think you are going, Arya?' the septa demanded. Arya glared at her. 'I have to go shoe a horse,' she said sweetly taking a brief satisfaction in the shock on the septa's face.

I am only a little lion, child, and I vow, I shall not savage you.

I have touched more men that I can count. Some with my lips, more with my axe.

Black moleskin gloves covered his hands; the right because it was burned, the left because a man felt half a fool wearing only one glove.

Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

She never forgets a slight, real or imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. And she is greedy. Greedy for power, for honour, for love.