All me lie when they are afraid. Some tell many lies, some but a few. Some have only one great lie they tell so often that they almost come to believe it ... though some small part of them will always know that it is still a lie, and that will show upon their faces.

“Ser Jaime?" Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a…”

“Nothing. My father is very good at doing nothing. He calls it thinking.”

“...when I was a lad half your age, my lady mother told me that if I stood about…”

“And then the years were gone, and he was back at Winterfell once more, wearing …”