A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands.

People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it's served up.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

The best calumnies are spiced with truth.

Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence.

Does he think to scare me? Arya kissed him where his nose should be and plucked the grave worm from his eye to eat it, but it melted like a shadow in her hand. The yellow skull was melting too, and the kindliest old man that she had ever seen was smiling down on her. "No one has ever tried to eat my worm before," he said. "Are you hungry, child?" Yes, she thought, but not for food.

There is magic in my universe, but it's pretty low magic compared to other fantasies.