The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.

The years leech at a man's memories, even those he has vowed never to forget.

You're mine," she whispered. "Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we'll live.

In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

Now I understand why King Stannis let the wildlings through the Wall. He means for us to eat them.

The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.

...and when you’ve known me longer, you’ll learn that I mean everything I say.” “Even the lies?” “Especially the lies.