A bear! A bear! All black and brown and covered in hair!
A Lannister always pays his debts.
Jon: Have you seen the wall? | Sam: I'm fat, not blind.
You could make a poultice out of mud to cool a fever. You could plant seeds in mud and grow a crop to feed your children. Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.
And any man who must say 'I am king' is no true king at all.
The distinction between literary and genre fiction is stupid and pernicious. It dates back to a feud between Robert Louis Stevenson and Henry James. James won, and it split literature into two streams. But it's a totally false dichotomy.