We'll need to make a litter to carry him," said Osha. "No use," said Luwin. "I'm dying, woman." "You can't," said Rickon angrily. "No you can't." Beside him, Shaggydog bared his teeth and growled. The maester smiled. "Hush now, child, I'm much older than you. I can . . . die as I please.

Folly and desperation are ofttimes hard to tell apart.

The Gods give with one hand and take with the other.

Some men want whores on the eve of battle, and some want gods. Jon wondered who felt better afterward.

The gods don’t care about men, no more than kings care about peasants.

When you have known the kiss of a flaying knife, a laugh loses all its power to hurt you.

And the mystery knight should defeat all challengers and name the wolf maid the queen of love and beauty.