Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna, and thousands died for it.

The maester smiled...Hush now, child, I'm much older than you. I can....die as I please.

The old man laid a withered, spotted hand on his shoulder. "It hurts, boy," he said softly. "Oh, yes. Choosing . . . it has always hurt. And always will. I know.

‎[Melisandre] "His Grace is growing fond of you." [Jon] "I can tell. He only threatened to behead me twice." Page 58

Words are wind, Brienne told herself. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.

she would die as she had lived, with an axe in her hand and a laugh upon her lips.

When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, the best thing to do is close your eyes and get on with it