“It was queer how sometimes a child's innocent eyes can see things that grown men are blind to.”

“The gods are blind. And men see only what they wish.”

“Robert could piss in a cup and men would call it wine, but I offer them cold clear water and they squint in suspicion and mutter to each other about how queer it tastes.”

“It was a woman's voice, high and sweet, with a strange music in it like none that he had ever heard and a sadness that he thought might break his heart. Bran squinted, to see her better. It was a girl, but smaller than Arya, her skin dappled like a doe's beneath a cloak of leaves. Her eyes were queer--large and liquid, gold and green, slitted like a cat's eyes. No one has eyes like that. Her hair was a tangle of brown and red and gold, autumn colors, with vines and twigs and withered flowers woven through it. "Who are you?" Meera Reed was asking.Bran knew. "She's a child. A child of the forest.”

“Crowns do queer things to the heads beneath them.”

“he'd told her that young girls were always happiest with older men. Innocence and experience make for a perfect marriage.”

“He closed his third eye and opened the other two, the old two, the blind two.”