What is dead may never die, but rises again, stronger and harder.
It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.
If? The word is when.
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.
We all dream of things we cannot have.
Small men oft feel a need to prove their courage with unseemly boasts," he declared. "I doubt if he could kill a duck." Tyrion shrugged. "Fetch the duck.