“I am doing the right thing, he told himself, so why do I feel so bad?”

“I was so careful. How could he know?Someone told. Someone always tells.”

“Only a fool humbles himself when the world is so full of men eager to do that job for him.”

“I knew a man once who told me that I smiled at the wrong things.""Do you?"Only by the light of those who smile at nothing.”

“Jaime," Brienne whispered, so faintly he thought he was dreaming it. "Jaime, what are you doing?""Dying," he whispered back."No," she said, "no, you must live."He wanted to laugh. "Stop telling me what to do, wench. I'll die if it pleases me.""Are you so craven?"The words shocked him. He was Jaime Lannister, a knight of the Kingsguard, he was the Kingslayer. No man had ever called him craven. Other things they called him, yes; oathbreaker, liar, murderer. They said he was cruel, treacherous, reckless. But never craven. "What else can I do, but die?""Live," she said, "live, and fight, and take revenge."Craven, Jaime thought.... Can it be? They took my sword hand. Was that all I was, a sword hand? Gods be good, is it true?The wench had the right of it. He could not die.”

“I do so hope he plays us 'The Rains of Castamere.' It has been an hour. I've forgotten how it goes.”

“Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?”