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

“If a man paints a target on his chest, he should expect that sooner or later someone will loose an arrow on him.”

“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”

“Words are wind, Brienne told herself. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.”

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

“Don’t call me Lord Snow.”The dwarf lifted an eyebrow. “Would you rather be called the Imp? Let them see that their words can cut you and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name take it make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.”

“I told them to place a cyvasse table in your chambers.""Who was I supposed to play with?""Yourself. Sometimes it is best to study a game before you attempt to play it. How well do you know the game, Arianne?""Well enough to play.""But not to win. My brother loved the fight for its own sake, but I only played such games as I can win.”