I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.

Tarly, when I was a lad half your age, my lady mother told me that if I stood about with my mouth open, a weasel was like to mistake it for his lair and run down my throat. If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, beware of weasels.

Just where do you think you are going, Arya?' the septa demanded. Arya glared at her. 'I have to go shoe a horse,' she said sweetly taking a brief satisfaction in the shock on the septa's face.

A dead enemy is a joy forever

He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.

The Beauty raised her eyes, the only part of her that was truly beautiful.

Now I understand why King Stannis let the wildlings through the Wall. He means for us to eat them.