We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.

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.

There are some examples of medieval kings who were terrible human beings but were nevertheless good kings.

Jon Snow had dreamed of leading men to glory just as King Daeron had, of growing up to be a conqueror. Now he was a man grown and the Wall was his, yet all he had were doubts. He could not even seem to conquer those.

The Gods give with one hand and take with the other.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

Courage and folly are cousins, or so I’ve heard.