The battle fever. He had never thought to experience it himself$$$ though Jamie had told him of it often enough. How time seemed to blur and slow and evenstop$$$ how the past and the future vanished until there was nothing but the instant$$$ how fear fled$$$ and thought fled$$$ and even you body. "You don't feel your wounds then$$$ or the ache in your back from the weight of the armor$$$ or the sweat running down into your eyes.
Mine is the blood of the dragon.
A small spoon of victory is just the thing to settle the stomach before battle$$$ " Ser Imry had declared happily.
One man on the wall is worth ten beneath it.
There is sitting and there is sitting. (...) Each one waits for the other to move$$$ but the lion is poised$$$ his tail twitching$$$ while the fawn is frozen by fear$$$ bowels turned to belly. No matter which way he bounds$$$ the lion will have him$$$ and he knows it.
Arya did not dare [take a bath]$$$ even though she smelled as bad as Yoren by now$$$ all sour and stinky. Some of the creatures living in her clothes had come all the way from Flea Bottom with her; it didn’t seem right to drown them.
My first rule of war$$$ Cat-never give the enemy his wish
Ice can kill as dead as fire.
A dozen great fires raged under the city walls$$$ where casks of burning pitch had exploded$$$ but the wildfire reduced them to no more than candles in a burning house$$$ their orange and scarlet pennons fluttering insignificantly against the jade holocaust.
If we shadows have offended$$$<br/>
Think but this$$$ and all is mended$$$<br/>
That you have but slumbered here<br/>
While these visions did appear.