When I was a boy, I dreamt that I could fly, he announces. When I woke, I couldn't... or so the maester said. But what if he lied? What do you mean? Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower? No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap. There is the window. Leap. What do you want? The world.

But my philosophy is that plot advancement is not what the experience of reading fiction is about. If all we care about is advancing the plot, why read novels? We can just read Cliffs Notes.

Of course you know him. Everyone knows a pear-shaped man.

The maester smiled...Hush now, child, I'm much older than you. I can....die as I please.

A bag of dragons buys a man's silence for a while, but a well-placed quarrel buys it forever.

Men of honor will do things for their children that they would never consider doing for themselves.

Man wants to be the king o' the rabbits, he best wear a pair o' floppy ears.