It's not," Mormont told him. "Gods save us, boy, you're not blind and you're not stupid. When dead men come hunting in the night, do you think it matters who sits the Iron Throne?
A fair bargain leaves both sides unhappy.
Nothing. My father is very good at doing nothing. He calls it thinking.
...grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds.
My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
Littlefinger looked like a boy who had just taken a furtive bite from a honeycomb. He was TRYING to watch for bees, but the honey was so sweet.