The Things I Do For

These Old Knights Are More Cunning Than You Think, Or They Would Never Have Lived To See Their First Grey Hair.

I Love You Too, Sweet Sister. But You're A Fool. A Beautiful Golden Fool.

Don’t Call Me Lord Snow.” The Dwarf Lifted An Eyebrow. “would You Rather Be Called The Imp? Let Them See That Their Words Can Cut You And You’ll Never Be Free Of The Mockery. If They Want To Give You A Name Take It Make It Your Own. Then They Can’t Hurt You With It Anymore.

She Had Put Despair And Fear Aside, As If They Were Garments She Did Not Choose To Wear.

Love Is Sweet, Dearest Ned, But It Cannot Change A Man's Nature. -- Lyanna