Reading. That was the sport I was good at.
Nothing someone says before the word 'but' really counts.
There’s part of me that loves words. But sometimes it feels like you’re trying to drive nails with your shoe.
Tears aren't a woman's only weapon.
She had put despair and fear aside, as if they were garments she did not choose to wear.
She had killed him with a whisper, and she would kill two more before she was through. I’m the ghost in Harrenhal, she thought. And that night, there was one less name to hate.