Go Ahead, call me all the names you want," Sansa said airily. "You won't dare when I'm married to Joffrey. You'll have to bow and call me Your Grace." She shrieked as Arya flung the orange across the table. It caught her in the middle of the forehead with a wet squish and plopped down into her lap. "You have juice on your face, Your Grace ," Arya said.

It is better to be seen as cruel than foolish.

An honest kiss, a little kindness, everyone deserves that much, however big or small.

Start trying to work out who deserves what, and before long you'll spend the rest of your days weeping for each and every person in the world.

When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.

They were never my pack, not even Hot Pie and Gendry. I was stupid to think so, just a stupid little girl, and no wolf at all.

I think my very earliest stories were all intellectual exercises and I was writing from experiences I had never had about characters who were about an inch deep.