| Quote | Character | POV Chapter |
| 'You are late, boy.' | |
| 'My sword!' | |
| 'Your meat is bloody tough!' | |
| 'Mother?' | |
| 'Sweet lady, no victory is half so beautiful as you.' | |
| 'Is it? I doubt that. Spare me your sweet words, Lady Catelyn, I am too old. Why are you here? Is your boy too proud to come before me himself? What am I to do with you?' | |
| 'Our mountain. Our goat.' | |
| 'Do you have news of Bran, Uncle?' | |
| 'Pretty.' | |
| 'It's the Hand's tourney that's the cause of all the trouble, my lords.' | |
| 'Payne?' | |
| 'I see that the rumors of your demise were unfounded.' | |
| 'Home, Shaggy, home now.' | |
| 'A lordling. Southron, most like near Highgarden.' | |
| 'The bastard broke my wrist!' | |
| 'My lord, pardon for disturbing your rest. I have been left a message.' | |
| 'I am told you can read.' | |
| 'This is your prince. Who are you to tell him he may not have an edge on his sword, ser?' | |
| | Quote | Character | POV Chapter |
| 'None of us will go hungry tonight.' | |
| 'Who would pass the Bloody Gate?' | |
| 'Will Bran get better, Uncle?' | |
| 'This is beauty. Go on. Touch it. Caress the fabric.' | |
| 'Yes, Father.' | |
| 'Well enough for a man of my years, my lord, yet I do tire easily, I fear.' | |
| 'Boy. Is that animal a wolf?' | |
| 'Gods!' | |
| 'Oh, I think that Lord Tyrion is quite a large man. I think he is a giant come among us, here at the end of the world.' | |
| 'This is a game for children, Ser Rodrik.' | |
| 'Hodor!' | |
| 'Is this one of the direwolves I've heard so much of?' | |
| 'Best we get Princess Daenerys wedded quickly before they hand half the wealth of Pentos to sellswords and bravos.' | |
| 'Keep the pony well in hand.' | |
| 'Ofttimes Ser Ilyn frightens me as well, sweet lady. The man has a fearsome aspect.' | |
| 'Crows are all liars. I know a story about a crow.' | |
| 'Cat. Oh, Cat, how good it is to see you. My sweet sister.' | |
| 'What are you talking about?' | |
| | Quote | Character | POV Chapter |
| 'Lady Stark, to see you again after so many years is such a joy.' | |
| 'In the kitchen, arguing about names for the wolf pups.' | |
| 'The deserter died bravely.' | |
| 'Cat.' | |
| 'Seven blessings to you, good folk.' | |
| 'We were talking about the prince.' | |
| 'Gods forbid. It's not an honor I'd want. There's far too much work involved.' | |
| 'Ned! Ah, but it is good to see that frozen face of yours.' | |
| 'Is it really mine?' | |
| 'No.' | |
| 'They... they told me I was to come here for... for training.' | |
| 'It is, m'lord, and she can speak for herself, if it please you.' | |
| 'Sansa's work is as pretty as she is. She has such fine, delicate hands.' | |
| 'In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm... | |
| 'Bring them in.' | |
| 'I do not like it. You should be hand.' | |
| 'Little cat.' | |
| 'Regal.' | |
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