A mad man sees what he sees.

There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.

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.

The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods.

He was no dragon, Dany thought, curiously calm. Fire cannot kill a dragon

He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.

Jon:'What are you doing up there? Why aren't you at the feast?' Tyrion: 'Too hot, too noisy, and I'd drunk too much wine', the dwarf told him. 'I learned long ago that it is considered rude to vomit on your brother.