Courage And Folly Are Cousins, Or So

Children Are A Battle Of A Different Sort. ... A Battle Without Banners Or Warhorns But No Less Fierce.

Summer Will End Soon Enough, And Childhood As Well.

We Were Talking About The Prince,' Sansa Said, Her Voice Soft As A Kiss. Arya Knew Which Prince She Meant: Joffrey, Of Course. The Tall, Handsome One. Sansa Got To Sit With Him At The Feast. Arya Had To Sit With The Little Fat One. Naturally.

Every Once In A Very Long While, Lord Tywin Lannister Would Actually Threaten To Smile; He Never Did, But The Threat Alone Was Terrible To Behold.

You Must Put These Dreams Aside, They Will Only Break Your Heart.