A Long Summer Always Meant

We Were King’s Men, Knights, And Heroes . . . But Some Knights Are Dark And Full Of Terror, My Lady. War Makes Monsters Of Us All.” “are You Saying You Are Monsters?” “i Am Saying We Are Human. You Are Not The Only One With Wounds, Lady Brienne

"you Look Different Now. Like A Proper Little Girl," (said Gendry.) "i Look Like An Oak Tree, With All These Stupid Acorns," (said Arya.) "nice, Though. A Nice Oak Tree. [...] You Even Smell Nice For A Change."

Free Folk Don't Follow Names, Or Little Cloth Animals Sewn On A Tunic," The King-beyond-the-wall Had Told Him. "they Won't Dance For Coins, They Don't Care How Your Style Yourself Or What That Chain Of Office Means Or Who Your Grandsire Was. They Follow Strength. They Follow The Man.

Something About The Howling Of A Wolf Took A Man Right Out Of His Here And Now And Left Him In A Dark Forest Of The Mind, Running Naked Before The Pack.

One Of Your Northmen Hit Me With A Morningstar During The Battle On The Green Fork. I Escaped Him By Falling Off My Horse. (tyrion)