We Were Talking About The Prince,' Sansa

I Thought My Song Was Beginning That Day, But It Was Almost Done.

...ned Always Said That The Man Who Passes The Sentence Should Swing The Blade, Though He Never Took Any Joy In The Duty. But I Would, Oh, Yes.

Catelyn Had Never Liked This Godswood. She Had Been Born A Tully, At Riverrun Far To The South, On The Red Fork Of The Trident. The Godswood There Was A Garden, Bright And Airy, Where Tall Redwoods Spread Dappled Shadows Across Tinkling Streams, Birds Sang From Hidden Nests, And The Air Was Spicy With The Scent Of Flowers.

Sometimes I Think Everyone Is Just Pretending To Be Brave, And None Of Us Really Are. Maybe Pretending Is How You Get Brave, I Don't Know.

A Man Who Won't Listen Can't Hear.