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