There are two kinds of writers. There are architects and gardeners. The architects do blueprints before they drive the first nail. The gardeners just dig a hole and plant the seed and see what comes up.

Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence.

When I sleep I turn into a wolf. Bran turned his face away and looked back out into the night. Do wolves dreams?

You little fool. Tears are not a woman's only weapon. You've got another one between your legs, and you'd best learn to use it. You'll find men use their swords freely enough. Both kinds of swords.

All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes

Power resides where men believe it to reside.

The air smelled of paper and dust and years.