Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.
Once, I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off.
You little fool. Tears are not a woman's only weapon. You've got another one between your legs, and you'd best learn to use it. You'll find men use their swords freely enough. Both kinds of swords.
Not all men were meant to dance with dragons.
What the King dreams, the Hand builds.
The apples stewed with prunes are excellent, except for the prunes, I won't eat prunes myself. Well, there was one time when Hobb chopped them up with chesnuts and carrots and hid them in a hen. Never trust a cook, my lord. They'll prune you when you least expect it.