I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.

Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

a few days ago she had been wandering around with a swatch of black silk tied over her eyes. Syrio was teaching her to see with her ears and her nose and her skin, she told him. Before that, he had her doing spinds and back flips. "Arya, are you certain you want to persist in this?" She nodded. "Tomorrow we're going to catch cats." "Cats." Ned sighed.

All my life men like you've sneered at me, and all my life I've been knocking men like you into the dust.

Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.

Jaime smiled knowingly. Men will read all sorts of things into a knowing smile if you let them.

Aemon’s blind white eyes came open. “Egg?” he said, as the rain streamed down his cheeks. “Egg, I dreamed that I was old.