Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

Nothing bores me more than books where you read two pages and you know exactly how it's going to come out. I want twists and turns that surprise me, characters that have a difficult time and that I don't know if they're going to live or die.

Men are mad and gods are madder, she told the grass, and the grass murmured its agreement.

They were never my pack, not even Hot Pie and Gendry. I was stupid to think so, just a stupid little girl, and no wolf at all.

And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

The only time a man can be brave is when he is afraid.

The High Septon once told me that as we sin, so do we suffer.