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

She had never loved him so much as she did in that instant.

Littlefinger: A trade envoy from Lys once observed to me that Lord Stannis must love his daughter very well, since he'd erected hundreds of statues of her all along the walls of Dragonstone. Tyrion: My lord, those are gargoyles.

Why do the Gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?

Children are a battle of a different sort. ... A battle without banners or warhorns but no less fierce.

The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.

When we speak of the morrow nothing is ever certain.