I have climbed these steps so often I know each one by name.

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.

They say night's beauties fade at dawn, and the children of wine are oft disowned in the morning light.

I don't want to be a queen. I want to be the queen.

He pushed away from her and raised his arm, forcing his stump into her face. "A Hand without a hand? A bad jape, sister. Don't ask me to rule.

When a man was hurt you took him to the maester, but what could you do when your maester was hurt?

...grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds.