Sansa began to make snowballs, shaping and smoothing them until they were round and white and perfect. She remembered a summer’s snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning.
What do I want with snowballs? She looked at her sad little arsenal. There’s no one to throw them at.
"You can bring me a hundred meals, and make me a hundred promises, but I will never help you" / "I’m not afraid of you, and I’m not leaving without that”
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Let’s try to capture that elusive letter R.
"My dad died when I was 11, and my mom remarried half a year later to a guy from work who was okay to her, but thought corporal punishment was the best way to handle a wild kid who was pissed as hell about losing his dad. I don’t need pity, I’m just telling you the reason why I left home as quick as I did and never looked back, never will. I want to give you the answers to the questions you keep asking, so. Not everybody has a family like yours. And I know that I messed up, I know that I did some things last time I got back that scared you, and they should’ve, it’s your daughter."
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"When the one that you love is revealed to have a dark heart, it is… well it’s excruciating. I speak from experience. The shock will burn off and you’ll feel… anger."
"He has a plan. All he asks is that we take care of you."
You see people like puzzles, I see them as games. You’re a game that I will always win.