“Ser Arys was pleasant company abed, but wit and he were strangers. (Arianne Martell)”

“Must you be in such haste to don your clothes, ser? I prefer you as you are. Abed, unclad, we are our truest selves, a man and a woman, lovers, one flesh, as close as two can be. Our clothes make us different people. - Arianne”

“Must I say it, ser? You call me love, yet you refuse me, when I have most desperate need of you. Is it so wrong of me to want a knight to keep me safe? - Arianne”

“His wits were coming back to him, however slowly. That was good. His wits were all he had.”

“Quentyn Martell almost laughed aloud. The gods are mad.”

“Words are like arrows, Arianne. Once loosed, you cannot call them back.”

“Do you think I do not know that? Oberyn is with me every time I close my eyes.” Doran Martell”