Only the soldier pines and sentinels still showed green; the broadleaf trees had donned mantles of russet and gold, or else uncloaked themselves to scratch against the sky with branches brown and bare.

Better to mock the game than to play and lose.

One voice may speak you false, but in many there is always truth to be found.

I had a couple of friends, but I was mostly the kid with his nose in a book.

A Lannister always pays his debts.

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real, for a moment at least, that long magic moment before we wake.

Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.