“We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.”

“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.”

“In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.”

“Who are you?We we're king's men when we began, the man told her, but king's men must have a king, and we have none. We were brothers too, but now our brotherhood is broken. I do not know who we are, if truth be told, nor where we might be going. I only know the road is dark. The fires have not shown me what lies at its end.”

“In the end words are just wind.”

“Writing is like sausage making in my view; you'll all be happier in the end if you just eat the final product without knowing what's gone into it.”

“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.”