Clean hands, Sansa. Whatever you do, make certain your hands are clean." ~ Lord Petyr Baelish, Littlefinger

There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.

A man who sees nothing has no use for his eyes,” the Mountain declared. “Cut them out and give them to your next outrider. Tell him you hope that four eyes might see better than two . . . and if not, the man after him will have six.

The girl had hoped for fog, but the gods ignored her prayers as gods so often did.

If the novels are still being read in 50 years, no one is ever going to say: 'What's great about that sixth book is that he met his deadline!' It will be about how the whole thing stands up.

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies.

The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home.