I like grey characters; fantasy for too long has been focused on very stereotypical heroes and villains.

Folly and desperation are ofttimes hard to tell apart.

The unseen enemy is always the most fearsome.

All dwarfs may be bastards yet not all bastards are dwarfs.

I don’t know what message to send to Bran. Help him Tyrion.” “What help could I give him? I am no maester, to ease his pain. I have no spell to give him back his legs.” “You gave me help when I needed it” Jon Snow said. “I gave you nothing,” Tyrion said. “Words.” “Then give your words to Bran too.

The wildlings seemed to think Ygritte a great beauty because of her hair; red hair was rare among the free folk, and those who had it were said to be kissed by fire, which was supposed to be lucky.

A man could not always be where he belonged, though.