If I took it away, no doubt I'd find a morningstar hidden under your pillow within a fortnight. Try not to stab your sister, whatever the provocation.

Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.

A long summer always meant a long winter to come.

Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.

Of course you know him. Everyone knows a pear-shaped man.

When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt to wake dragons out of stone.

You should grieve if a fictional character is killed. You should care.