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

The odd thing about being a writer is you do tend to lose yourself in your books. Sometimes it seems like real life is flickering by and you're hardly a part of it. You remember the events in your books better than you remember the events that actually took place when you were writing them.

Nobody is a villain in their own story. We're all the heroes of our own stories.

Jon Snow: I'm not afraid to die. Mormont: Nor life, I hope.

Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

The real issue lies in the North beyond the Wall. Stannis becomes one of the few characters fully to understand that, which is why in spite of everything he is a righteous man.

Dark wings, dark words.