Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.

Great wrongs have been done you, but the past is dust. The future may yet be won.

A man who won't listen can't hear.

The old man laid a withered, spotted hand on his shoulder. "It hurts, boy," he said softly. "Oh, yes. Choosing . . . it has always hurt. And always will. I know.

Don’t call me Lord Snow.” The dwarf lifted an eyebrow. “Would you rather be called the Imp? Let them see that their words can cut you and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name take it make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.

You lie. Worse, you lie poorly.

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.