It was bitingly cold up here,and the wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.

Too stupid to learn and too stupid to give up.

She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.

I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.

Children are a battle of a different sort. ... A battle without banners or warhorns but no less fierce.

A man agrees with god as a raindrop agrees with the storm

Free folk don't follow names, or little cloth animals sewn on a tunic," the King-Beyond-the-Wall had told him. "They won't dance for coins, they don't care how your style yourself or what that chain of office means or who your grandsire was. They follow strength. They follow the man.