Jon lied ... loudly, as if that could make it true.

Some doors are best left closed.

Nobody is a villain in their own story. We're all the heroes of our own stories.

The sun will soon be setting, and corpses make poor company by night. These were dark and dangerous men, alive. I doubt that death will have improved them.

I'm sorry that I never trusted you. I don't know how to do that anymore.

Sam loved to listen to music and make his own songs, to wear soft velvets, to play in the castle kitchen beside the cooks, drinking in the rich smells as he snitched lemon cakes and blueberry tarts. His passions were books and kittens and dancing, clumsy as he was.

Ser Cleos looked like a weasel, fought like a goose, and had the courage of an especially brave ewe.