You'll be a wonderful lord, and any lady would be lucky to have you. But I'm not a lady. I never have been. That's not me.
I'm not the Red Woman. Take your own bloody pants off.
I know Death. He's got many faces. I look forward to seeing this one.
I believe that's the nicest thing you ever told to me
I was never going to be as good a lady as you. So I had to be something else. I never could have survived what you survived
With the faces I can choose. I can become someone else. Speak in their voice, live in their skin, I could even become you. I wonder what it would feel like to wear those dresses, to be the Lady of Winterfell. All I'd need to find out is your face
The world doesn't just let girls decide what they're going to be