Even in dreams, you could not fall forever.

If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice?' 'Because of men like you.

If you die before you say her name, ser, I will hunt you through all seven hells.

Will you make a song for him?' the woman asked. 'He has a song,' the man replied. 'He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.

Historical fiction is not history. You're blending real events and actual historical personages with characters of your own creation.

No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.

Give a thing a name and it will somehow come to be.