Some battles are won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens.

It was a hollow victory they gave me. A crown...it was the girl I prayed them for. Your sister, safe... and mine again as she was meant to be. I ask you, Ned, what good is it to wear a crown?

A man does not need to be a wizard to know truth from falsehood, not if he has eyes. You need only learn to read a face. Look at the eyes. The mouth. The muscles here, at the corners of the jaw, and here, where the neck joins the shoulders." He touched her lightly with two fingers. "Some liars blink. Some stare. Some look away. Some lick their lips. Many coer their mouths just before they tell a lie, as if to hide their deceit. Other signs may be more subtle, but they are always there. A false smile and a true one may look alike, but they are as different as dusk from dawn.

Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used against you

Ser Cleos looked like a weasel, fought like a goose, and had the courage of an especially brave ewe.

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

Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man's nature. -- Lyanna