They say it grows so cold up here in winter that a man’s laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death,” Ned said evenly. “Perhaps that is why the Starks have so little humor.

A lot of writing takes place in the subconscious, and it's bound to have an effect.

Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

That little touch is not in the books, but I wish it had been in the books because it was a great addition.

You could make a poultice out of mud to cool a fever. You could plant seeds in mud and grow a crop to feed your children. Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.

I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool.

A sweet face oft hides a sinner's heart.