Mothers." The man made a word sound like a curse. "I think birthing does something to your minds. You are all mad.

We all dream of things we cannot have.

You can't hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn't mean it's useless.

He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.

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

Once, I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off.

His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.