Ser Cleos looked like a weasel, fought like a goose, and had the courage of an especially brave ewe.
If he must be alone, he would make solitude his armor.
Why ask for truth," Ser Barristan said softly, "if you close your ears to it?
In the end words are just wind.
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.
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.