Some truths did not bear saying, and some lies were necessary.

A long summer always meant a long winter to come.

My biggest dream was to ruin the lives of my readers and crush their souls... And I really think that worked out pretty well for me.

You make us look bad', complained Toad. 'You looked bad before I ever met you', Jon told him.

He wants you to smile and smell sweet and be his lady love. He wants to hear you recite all your pretty little words the way the septa taught you. He wants you to love him... and fear him.

Don’t call me Lord Snow.” The dwarf lifted an eyebrow. “Would you rather be called the Imp? Let them see that their words can cut you and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name take it make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.

Give me priests who are fat and corrupt and cynical,(...) the sort who like to sit on soft satin cushions, nibble sweetmeats, and diddle little boys. It's the ones who believe in gods who make the trouble. (Tyrion)