You were made to be kissed, often and well.

She had put despair and fear aside, as if they were garments she did not choose to wear.

The wildlings seemed to think Ygritte a great beauty because of her hair; red hair was rare among the free folk, and those who had it were said to be kissed by fire, which was supposed to be lucky.

In the end words are just wind.

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

Don't write outlines; I hate outlines.

Tyrion let the eunuch help him mount. "Lord Varys," he said from the saddle, "sometimes I feel as though you are the best friend I have in King's Landing and sometimes I feel you are my worst enemy." "How odd. I think quite the same of you.