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.

How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king?

No fight is hopeless till it has been fought.

I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.

Contempt, thought Tyrion, the universal tongue.

The unseen enemy is always the most fearsome.

When you tear out a man's tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you're only telling the world that you fear what he might say.