He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.

If I die, I die friendless and abandoned. What choice did that leave him, but to live?

No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.

Make no mistake, dwarf. I fought for you, but I do not love you'' ''It was your blade I needed'' Tyrion said, ''not your love.

His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.

You can't hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn't mean it's useless.

So young," said Wyman Manderly, "Though mayhaps this was a blessing. Had he lived he would've grown up to be a Frey.