Nothing burns like the cold.

He never wanted love, though. You cannot eat love, nor buy a horse with it, nor warm your halls on a cold night.

The choice is yours, brother. Live a thrall or die a king. Do you dare to fly? Unless you take the leap, you’ll never know." - Euron Greyjoy

In the world as I have seen it, no man grows rich by kindness.

Much as I admire Tolkien, I once again always felt like Gandalf should have stayed dead. That was such an incredible sequence in Fellowship of the Ring when he faces the Balrog on the Khazad-dûm and he falls into the gulf, and his last words are, "Fly, you fools." What power that had, how that grabbed me. And then he comes back as Gandalf the White, and if anything he's sort of improved. I never liked Gandalf the White as much as Gandalf the Grey, and I never liked him coming back. I think it would have been an even stronger story if Tolkien had left him dead.

Men have scars, women mysteries.

Shattered legs may heal in time, but some betrayals fester and poison the soul.