You know, I've always considered women to be people.

When you have known the kiss of a flaying knife, a laugh loses all its power to hurt you.

People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it's served up.

Ser Cleos looked like a weasel, fought like a goose, and had the courage of an especially brave ewe.

Wisdom oft comes from the mouth of babes.

Men live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all we know of the days to come.

Only the soldier pines and sentinels still showed green; the broadleaf trees had donned mantles of russet and gold, or else uncloaked themselves to scratch against the sky with branches brown and bare.