Words are like arrows, Arianne. Once loosed, you cannot call them back.
Wizards die the same as other men, once you cut their heads off.
Winter is coming.[repeated often in the rest of the book]
Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints—the ground’s too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do…
Why give a horse to a man who cannot ride?
When you tear out a man’s tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you’re only telling the world that you fear what he might say.
When you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him.
We all need to be mocked from time to time, lest we start to take ourselves too seriously.
We all dream of things we cannot have.
War makes thieves of many honest folk.
War makes monsters of us all.
Valar Morghulis.[repeated often in the rest of the book]
