I am doing the right thing, he told himself, so why do I feel so bad?

Start trying to work out who deserves what, and before long you'll spend the rest of your days weeping for each and every person in the world.

Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.

There is magic in my universe, but it's pretty low magic compared to other fantasies.

And pray that he is the man I think he is, he finished silently, and not the man I fear he has become.

No one who wears a crown is ever safe.

Fear cuts deeper than swords.