Arya Stark

— You are troubled.
— Yes.
— Good! Trouble is the perfect time for training. When you are dancing in the meadow with your dolls and kittens, this is not when fighting happens.

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— I can be your family.
— You wouldn't be my family. You'd be "my lady."

— Who taught you how to do that?
— No one.

— So, why's a nice girl on her own heading to King's Landing?
— I'm going to kill the queen.

— It is not a greatsword that is needing two hands to swing it.
— lt's too heavy.
— It is heavy as it needs to be to make you strong.

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— You're fine with murdering little boys, but thieving is beneath you?
— A man's got to have a code.

— A man called the Hound. Sandor Clegane. He tried to sell me, but was wounded in a fight. He begged me to kill him, but I wouldn't. I left him in the mountains to die. I wanted him to suffer. I hated him. I hated him. That's not a lie!
— A girl lies to me, to the Many-Faced God, to herself.

— A man pays his debts. A man owes three.
— Three what?
— The Red God takes what is his, lovely girl. And only death may pay for life. You saved me and the two I was with. You stole three deaths from the Red God. We have to give them back. Speak three names and the man will do the rest.

Nothing isn’t better or worse than anything. Nothing is just nothing.

— How do you sleep?
— Same as most men, I think.
— But you've seen things, horrible things.
— Aye. I've seen some pretty things, too, but not nearly so many.
— How do you sleep when you... When you have those things in your head?
— You didn't see that. I made damn sure.
— I close my eyes and I see them up there. All of them standing there. Joffrey, the Queen and... and my sister.
— You know, we've got something in common, me and you. You know that? I must have been a couple of years older than you. I saw my brother stabbed through the heart right on our doorstep. He weren't much of a villain what skewered him. Willem, the lad's name was. He ran off before anyone could spit. And I just stood there, watching my brother die. Here's the funny part. I can't picture my brother's face anymore. But Willem, oh, he was a nice-looking boy. He had good white teeth, blue eyes, one of those dimpled chins all the girls like. I would think about him when I was working, when I was drinking, when I was having a shit. It got to the point where I would say his name every night before I went to bed. Willem. Willem. Willem. A prayer almost. Well, one day, Willem came riding back into town. I buried an ax so deep into Willem's skull they had to bury him with it. Willem's horse got me to the Wall and I've been wearing black ever since.