Just where do you think you are going, Arya?' the septa demanded. Arya glared at her. 'I have to go shoe a horse,' she said sweetly taking a brief satisfaction in the shock on the septa's face.
What is dead may never die, but rises again, stronger and harder.
Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty.
It is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.
I am doing the right thing, he told himself, so why do I feel so bad?
We look at mountains and call them eternal, and they seem... but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, starts fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.