The man who fears losing has already lost.

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.

Contempt, thought Tyrion, the universal tongue.

Explain to me why it is more noble to kill ten thousand men in battle than a dozen at dinner.

Will holding a secret in your heart make it any less true? If you never tell, never speak of it, will it become only a dream, less than a dream, a nightmare half-remembered? Oh, if only the gods would be so good. (Catelyn)

We know truth for the cruel instrument it is. Beauty is infinitely preferable to truth.

Now I understand why King Stannis let the wildlings through the Wall. He means for us to eat them.