“What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves...”

“Because it will not last,” Catelyn answered, sadly. “Because they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.”

“Kings are falling like leaves this autumn.”

“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.”

“Is there any creature on earth as unfortunate as an ugly woman? (wonders Lady Catelyn Stark)”

“You don't need a longsword to deal with jellied calves' brains.- Catelyn Stark”

“You told me that the children of the forest had the greensight. I remember.”“Some claimed to have that power. Their wise men were called greenseers.”“Was it magic?”“Call it that for want of a better word, if you must. At heart it was only a different sort of knowledge.”Oh, to be sure, there is much we do not understand. The years pass in their hundreds andtheir thousands, and what does any man see of life but a few summers, a few winters? We look at mountains and call them eternal, and sothey seem . . . but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, stars fall from the sky, and great cities sinkbeneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.So long as there was magic, anything could happen. Ghosts could walk, trees could talk, and broken boys could grow up to be knights.”