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.

We know truth for the cruel instrument it is. Beauty is infinitely preferable to truth.

Sometimes the best way to baffle them is to make moves that have no purpose, or even seem to work against you

Only lies offend me, never honest counsel.

These old knights are more cunning than you think, or they would never have lived to see their first grey hair.

...grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds.

Spikes, " he sighed. "Heads. Walls.