A house of women now. Bitter old women with a taste for blood. Women do not forget. Women do not forgive.
Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words. “Fire and Blood,” Daenerys told the swaying grass.
[Sophie Turner on Sansa Stark ] She’s so intelligent, and I can’t stress that enough. Courtesy is a lady’s armor. She’s using her courtesy to deceive people, and she’s using her former self as a facade, and it works so much to her advantage, because people still think she’s this naive, vulnerable, little girl, and she’s really not. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She knows what game she’s playing! And no one else does. And she’s learned from the best — Cersei, Margaery, Tyrion, Littlefinger, even Joffrey. She’s learned so much from these people, and they don’t even realize it. They’re unwittingly feeding her to become this great kind of manipulator. King’s Landing can either make or break a person, and in Sansa’s case, it’s making her.
I decide she’s less mad than unstable. She laughs at odd places in conversations or drops out of them distractingly. Those green eyes fixate on a point with such intensity that you find yourself trying to make out what she see in the empty air. Sometimes, for no reason, she presses both her hands over her ears as if to black out a painful sound.