“Across a world where all men grieveAnd grieving strive the more,The great days range like tides and leaveOur dead on every shore.”

“One thing all the stories agreed on: King Robert was dead. The bells in the seven towers of the Great Sept of Baelor had tolled for a day and a night, the thunder of their grief rolling across the city in a bronze tide. They only rang the bells like that for the death of a king, a tanner's boy told Arya.”

“Does anyone else day dream about what it would be like if specific age groups just dropped dead all across the world?”

“May be there are entire worlds where there are no fences, where feeling bears you like a tide.”

“Every select man strives instinctively for a citadel and a privacy, where he is FREE from the crowd, the many, the majority-- where he may forget "men who are the rule," as their exception;-- exclusive only of the case in which he is pushed straight to such men by a still stronger instinct, as a discerner in the great and exceptional sense.”

“Upon the shores of death I have been told there is a place between the tides where time and pain do not exist”