The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here. Yet she stepped out all the same.

More details, more devils.

You can't just pick people for their hair color or the shape of their face. You have to go with the best actors.

My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.

There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave us legs to run with, noses to smell with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? Only a monster god, a demon of the darkness.

Sooner would be better than later, and now would be better than sooner." - Tyrion

My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.