The Only Game. The Game Of Thrones.

No Fight Is Hopeless Till It Has Been Fought.

Men Are Men, Vows Are Words, And Words Are Wind.

Let His Sword Break And His Shield Shatter, Sansa Thought Coldly As She Shoved Out Through The Doors, Let His Courage Fail Him And Every Man Desert Him.

Wisdom Oft Comes From The Mouth Of Babes.

"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."