“We're children. We're supposed to be childish.”

“Mother said," mocked the king. "Don't be childish.""We're children," Myrcella declared haughtily. "We're supposed to be childish."The Hound laughed. "She has you there.”

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

“We're fortunate my brother Stannis is not with us. Remember that time he proposed to outlaw brothels?”

“The Red God takes what is his, lovely girl. And only death may pay for life. You saved me and the two I was with. You stole three deaths from the Red God. We have to give them back. Speak three names and the man will do the rest. Three lives I will give you - no more, no less, and we're done.”

“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.”

“a few days ago she had been wandering around with a swatch of black silk tied over her eyes. Syrio was teaching her to see with her ears and her nose and her skin, she told him. Before that, he had her doing spinds and back flips. "Arya, are you certain you want to persist in this?"She nodded. "Tomorrow we're going to catch cats.""Cats." Ned sighed.”