We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang.

Men have scars, women mysteries.

...the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword." "...a ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.

All men are fools, if truth be told, but the ones in motley are more amusing than ones with crowns.

Some gave me soft words and some blunt, some made excuses, some promises, some only lied. In the end words are just wind.

Madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a new Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land.

They were never my pack, not even Hot Pie and Gendry. I was stupid to think so, just a stupid little girl, and no wolf at all.