Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust.

This world is twisted beyond hope, when lowborn smugglers must vouch for the honor of kings.

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?

...the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword." "...a ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.

Catelyn had never liked this godswood. She had been born a Tully, at Riverrun far to the south, on the Red Fork of the Trident. The godswood there was a garden, bright and airy, where tall redwoods spread dappled shadows across tinkling streams, birds sang from hidden nests, and the air was spicy with the scent of flowers.

Show me the path I must walk and do not let me stumble in the dark places that lie ahead.