Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

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.

Words are wind, Brienne told herself. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.

I don’t know what message to send to Bran. Help him Tyrion.” “What help could I give him? I am no maester, to ease his pain. I have no spell to give him back his legs.” “You gave me help when I needed it” Jon Snow said. “I gave you nothing,” Tyrion said. “Words.” “Then give your words to Bran too.

A crown should not sit easy on the head.

Of course you know him. Everyone knows a pear-shaped man.

We were king’s men, knights, and heroes . . . but some knights are dark and full of terror, my lady. War makes monsters of us all.” “Are you saying you are monsters?” “I am saying we are human. You are not the only one with wounds, Lady Brienne