Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence.

His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.

Any act can be a prayer, if done as well as we are able.

We all dream of things we cannot have.

If you would wed, wed. If not, take your pleasure where you find it. There's little enough of it in this world." - Oberyn

Explain to me why it is more noble to kill ten thousand men in battle than a dozen at dinner.

They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.