Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords.

I Will Take What Is Mine With Fire And Blood.

"you Look Different Now. Like A Proper Little Girl," (said Gendry.) "i Look Like An Oak Tree, With All These Stupid Acorns," (said Arya.) "nice, Though. A Nice Oak Tree. [...] You Even Smell Nice For A Change."

I Have A Hole Where My Heart Should Be, She Thought, And Nowhere Else To Go.

I've Always Taken That As My Guiding Principle And The Rest Is Just Set Dressing. You Can Have Dragons In It, Or Aliens And Starships, Or A Western About A Gunslinger, Or Even Literary Fiction, And Ultimately You're Still Writing About The Human Heart In Conflict With Itself.

All Men Carry Murder In Their Hearts, Yet Even So, The Poisoner Is Beneath Contempt.