“Sing a song if you like.” “Aloud?”“In your head.”

“I will not deny that Bael’s exploit inspired mine own . . . but I did not steal either of your sisters that I recall. Bael wrote his own songs, and lived them. I only sing the songs that better men have made.”

“Because they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.'' ''Lady Catelyn, you are wrong.'' Brienne regarded her with eyes as blue as her armor. ''Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it's always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.”

“Life is not a song, sweetling.Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow.”

“His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.”

“There are worse things than dying with a song on your lips.”

“Will you make a song for him?' the woman asked.'He has a song,' the man replied. 'He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.”