Women do not forget. Women do not forgive.

a few days ago she had been wandering around with a swatch of black silk tied over her eyes. Syrio was teaching her to see with her ears and her nose and her skin, she told him. Before that, he had her doing spinds and back flips. "Arya, are you certain you want to persist in this?" She nodded. "Tomorrow we're going to catch cats." "Cats." Ned sighed.

What do you like to do?” She scuffed a toe amongst the rushes. “Needlework.” “Very restful, isn’t it?” “Well,” said Arya, “not the way I do it.

I've said in many interviews that I like my fiction to be unpredictable. I like there to be considerable suspense.

Woman? Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man. - Daenerys Targaryen

He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.

all men carry murder in their hearts, yet even so, the poisoner is beneath contempt.