Women do not forget. Women do not forgive.

Knights die in battle,” Catelyn reminded her. Brienne looked at her with those blue and beautiful eyes. “As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them.

The things I do for love.

I wonder what the High Septon would have to say about the sanctity of oaths sworn while dead drunk, chained to a wall, with a sword pressed to your chest?

Art is not a democracy. People don't get to vote on how it ends.

Sometimes there is no happy choice, Sam, only one less grievous than the others. - Jon Snow

If I took it away, no doubt I'd find a morningstar hidden under your pillow within a fortnight. Try not to stab your sister, whatever the provocation.