We're children. We're supposed to be childish.

I am not questioning your honor, I am denying its existence.

Mother, I want to see him fly!

If half an onion is black with rot, it is a rotten onion. A man is good or he is evil. (Melisandre of Asshai)

What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves.

There's no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it.

Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.