Men of honor will do things for their children that they would never consider doing for themselves.

Words are wind, Brienne told herself. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.

I thank you for calling them off, young ser. I promise you, they would have found me indigestible.

Those are brave men," he told Ser Balon in admiration. "Let's go kill them.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end.

When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, the best thing to do is close your eyes and get on with it

They'll kill for that knighthood, but don't ever think they'll die for it.