And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.

That little touch is not in the books, but I wish it had been in the books because it was a great addition.

Give me a good sharp knife and a good sharp cheese and I’m a happy man.

I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.

The years leech at a man's memories, even those he has vowed never to forget.

"You look different now. Like a proper little girl," (said Gendry.) "I look like an oak tree, with all these stupid acorns," (said Arya.) "Nice, though. A nice oak tree. [...] You even smell nice for a change."

When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east," she said sadly. "When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When my womb quickens again, and I bear a living child. Then you will return, my sun-and-stars, and not before." -Daenerys Targaryen