What could he have done, one man against so many?" He could have tried, Brienne thought.

She narrowed her eyes. “What is our heart’s desire?” “Vengeance.” His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening. “Justice.” Prince Doran pressed the onyx dragon into her palm with his swollen, gouty fingers, and whispered, “Fire and blood.

I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.

Mother said," mocked the king. "Don't be childish." "We're children," Myrcella declared haughtily. "We're supposed to be childish." The Hound laughed. "She has you there.

Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water.

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

Women do not forget. Women do not forgive.