There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.

Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.

Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.

Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods

If he must be alone, he would make solitude his armor.

The greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them.

When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.