Men are mad and gods are madder, she told the grass, and the grass murmured its agreement.

I thank you for calling them off, young ser. I promise you, they would have found me indigestible.

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

a man who hates music can’t be trusted, I always say.

And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

The letter . . . What did your lords make of it, I wonder?” Stannis snorted. “Celtigar pronounced it admirable. If I showed him the contents of my privy, he would declare that admirable as well.

Sam loved to listen to music and make his own songs, to wear soft velvets, to play in the castle kitchen beside the cooks, drinking in the rich smells as he snitched lemon cakes and blueberry tarts. His passions were books and kittens and dancing, clumsy as he was.