We were talking about the prince,' Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss. Arya knew which prince she meant: Joffrey, of course. The tall, handsome one. Sansa got to sit with him at the feast. Arya had to sit with the little fat one. Naturally.

You've got a bold tongue, little man. One day, someone is like to cut it out and make you eat it.

Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself ... swore to myself ... that I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies ... now I can't even tell one from the other.

A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.

Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK.

Most people were startled to find out there were books that preceded Game Of Thrones. I'm a case of working forty years to be an overnight success.

Children are a battle of a different sort. ... A battle without banners or warhorns but no less fierce.