I suppose I'm a lapsed Catholic. You would consider me an atheist or agnostic.

Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.

"You look different now. Like a proper little girl," (said Gendry.) "I look like an oak tree, with all these stupid acorns," (said Arya.) "Nice, though. A nice oak tree. [...] You even smell nice for a change."

The true horrors of human history derive not from orcs and Dark Lords, but from ourselves.

Some doors are best left closed.

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.

Great wrongs have been done you, but the past is dust. The future may yet be won.