It was astonishing to see how angry Cersei could wax over accusations she knew perfectly well to be true.

His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.

All these kings would do a deal better if they would put down their swords and listen to their mothers.

I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.

There are no heroes...in life, the monsters win.

Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.

I would choose freedom over comfort every time.