An honest kiss, a little kindness, everyone deserves that much, however big or small.
The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.
She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.
Control your generosity when dealing with a chronic borrower.
When a pirate grows rich enough, they make him a prince.
How do you fight someone if you can’t hit them?
All my life men like you’ve sneered at me, and all my life I’ve been knocking men like you into the dust.
The women are the strong ones, truly.
We only make peace with our enemies. That’s why it’s called making peace.
Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.
They hate you because you act like you’re better than they are.
She had never loved him so much as she did in that instant.
I will take what is mine with fire and blood.
She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother’s laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves.
Have a care how you speak to me, Imp. Doubtless he meant to sound threatening, but that absurd wisp of a mustache ruined the effect.
The white horse and the black one wheeled like lovers at a harvest dance, the riders throwing steel in place of kisses.
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.
It’s a fool boy who mocks a giant, and a mad world when a cripple has to defend him.
It was astonishing to see how angry Cersei could wax over accusations she knew perfectly well to be true.
Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints – the ground’s too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do...