When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

Even the sky was grey. Grey and grey and greyer. The whole world grey, everywhere you look, everything grey except the eyes of the bride. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear.

I have some other novels I want to write. I have a lot of short stories - I love the short story.

If you would wed, wed. If not, take your pleasure where you find it. There's little enough of it in this world." - Oberyn

I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool.

The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.

Only a fool humbles himself when the world is so full of men eager to do that job for him. (Theon Greyjoy)