If you die before you say her name, ser, I will hunt you through all seven hells.

Show me the path I must walk and do not let me stumble in the dark places that lie ahead.

Go Ahead, call me all the names you want," Sansa said airily. "You won't dare when I'm married to Joffrey. You'll have to bow and call me Your Grace." She shrieked as Arya flung the orange across the table. It caught her in the middle of the forehead with a wet squish and plopped down into her lap. "You have juice on your face, Your Grace ," Arya said.

When Maester Aemon heard him sing, he said his voice was honey poured over thunder.

"Come at once," she had written to him. "Help me. Save me. I need you now as I have never needed you before. I love you. I love you. I love you. Come at once"

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

Courage and folly are cousins, or so I’ve heard.