She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother’s laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves.

What would a Frey know of honor? - Sir Davos Seaworth

I am only a little lion, child, and I vow, I shall not savage you.

Love is madness, and lust is poison.

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

I could have written a story about a well-adjusted family. Ned Stark comes down to King’s Landing and takes over and solves all their problems. Would that have been as exciting?

His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.