I am loyal to my beloved Joffrey. (Sansa) No doubt. As loyal as a deer surrounded by wolves. (Tyrion) Lions, she whispered without thinking.

I have idea files of books that I want to write one of these days, stories I want to write one of these days, but I'll probably never get to them.

Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

I want to make my kingdom beautiful, to fill it with fat men and pretty maids and laughing children. I want my people to smile when they see me ride by, the way Viserys said they smiled for my father. (Daenerys)

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

Kind? How boring that would be. I aspire to be wicked.

That was the way of this cold world, where men fished the sea and dug in the ground and died, whilst women brought forth short-lived children from beds of blood and pain.