Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.

You look pale, Sansa," Cersei observed. "Is your red flower still blooming?" "Yes" "How apt. The men will bleed out there, and you in here.

I suppose I'm a lapsed Catholic. You would consider me an atheist or agnostic.

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

Unfortunately in television, for whatever reason, fantasy became thought of as a kids' genre.

I know nothing and perhaps I never will.