"Come at once," she had written to him. "Help me. Save me. I need you now as I have never needed you before. I love you. I love you. I love you. Come at once"

The prejudice is still there, but it's breaking down. You have writers like Michael Chabon and The Yiddish Policemen's Union. He's a writer who's determined to break down genre barriers. He's done amazing things.

Love is madness, and lust is poison.

O medo corta mais profundamente do que as espadas.

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.

They say night's beauties fade at dawn, and the children of wine are oft disowned in the morning light.

These old knights are more cunning than you think, or they would never have lived to see their first grey hair.