You think my life is some precious thing to me? I grew up with soldiers. I learned how to die a long time ago.
The Gods are just, but beloved Baelor taught us they can also be merciful.
House Stark in Winter is Coming
There is no middle ground.
a man could not always be where he belonged, though.
Her head swam, and the sept seemed to move around her. The shadows swayed and shifted, furtive animals racing across the cracked white walls. Catelyn had not eaten today. Perhaps that had been unwise. She told herself that there had been no time, but the truth was that food had lost its savor in a world without Ned. When they took his head off, they killed me too.