A sweet face oft hides a sinner's heart.

Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it’s always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

The things I do for love.

Just where do you think you are going, Arya?' the septa demanded. Arya glared at her. 'I have to go shoe a horse,' she said sweetly taking a brief satisfaction in the shock on the septa's face.

You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you.

His chains chinked softly. I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.

On the gallows tree, all men are brothers.