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)

You wear your honor like a suit of armor... You think it keeps you safe, but all it does is weigh you down and make it hard for you to move.

For they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.

Power resides where men believe it to reside.

She never forgets a slight, real or imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. And she is greedy. Greedy for power, for honour, for love.

Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

One of the things I love, and I'm a voracious reader as well as a writer, is books that surprise me, that are not predictable.