He makes no vain sacrifice who fights for a cause. All here are ready to die so that our brothers may live as free men. Liberty — sweet liberty — come fight with those who defend you.
This song is ending. But the story never ends.
It was Tyrion. He killed him. He told me he would. The day will come when you think you are safe and happy. And your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth. That’s what he said to me.
Littlefinger was only a mask he had to wear. Only sometimes Sansa found it hard to tell where the man ended and the mask began. Littlefinger and Lord Petyr looked so very much alike. She would have fled them both, perhaps, but there was nowhere for her to go … I have no place but here, Sansa thought miserably, and no true friend but Petyr.
You’ve been stumbling round the fringes of this one for ages.
My God, are we gonna be like, our parents? Not me. Ever.