George RR Martin

The feast seemed to go on forever, yet Sansa tasted none of the food. She wanted it to be done, and yet she dreaded its end.

I am not going to banish him just because my wolf doesn't like the way he smells

Is it treason to say the truth? A bitter truth, but no less true for that.

They are children, Sansa thought ... They've never seen a battle, they've never seen a man die, they know nothing.

That was such a slippery word, may. In any language.

What we want is not always what we get.

She loved the sea. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of the horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well.

It seems to me that a queen who trusts no one is as foolish as a queen who trusts everyone.

I never dreamed how quick the sweet would turn to sour.

When I don't fancy a man's eyes, I put an arrow through one.

All she felt was pity, and pity was death to desire.

In times like these, it is better to be insignificant