That night the wind was howling almost like a wolf and there were some real wolves off to the west giving it lessons.

For men, the answer was always the same and never farther away than the nearest sword. For a woman, a mother, the way was stonier and harder to know.

Of course you know him. Everyone knows a pear-shaped man.

Tears aren't a woman's only weapon.

...if you dance with dragons, you must expect to burn.

Sooner would be better than later, and now would be better than sooner." - Tyrion

Tears, she said scornfully to Sansa as the woman was led from the hall. The woman's weapon, my lady mother used to call them. The man's weapon is a sword. And that tells us all you need to know, doesn't it?