Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father's head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.

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.

What is dead may never die, but rises again, stronger and harder.

And any man who must say 'I am king' is no true king at all.

No man should live longer than his teeth.

Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.

- Some men think because they are afraid to do. - There is a difference between fear and caution.