“Is there any creature on earth as unfortunate as an ugly woman? (wonders Lady Catelyn Stark)”

“You don't need a longsword to deal with jellied calves' brains.- Catelyn Stark”

“What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves...”

“What poor and unfortunate creature had to die for you to wear that?" [pause] My Aunt Trudy, I replied. Walked away ladies and gentlemen, walked away!”

“She wondered if there were any ugly vampires, or maybe any fat ones.Maybe they didn't make vampires out of ugly people. Or maybe ugly people just didn't want to live forever.”

“I am become a sour woman, Catelyn thought. I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”