Give me a good sharp knife and a good sharp cheese and I’m a happy man.

The air smelled of paper and dust and years.

If you would wed, wed. If not, take your pleasure where you find it. There's little enough of it in this world." - Oberyn

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.

And pray that he is the man I think he is, he finished silently, and not the man I fear he has become.

There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave us legs to run with, noses to smell with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? Only a monster god, a demon of the darkness.

Can they love without a word for it?