She had put despair and fear aside, as if they were garments she did not choose to wear.

The wildlings seemed to think Ygritte a great beauty because of her hair; red hair was rare among the free folk, and those who had it were said to be kissed by fire, which was supposed to be lucky.

Even in dreams, you could not fall forever.

You are grown so very great now, yet the higher a man climbs the farther he has to fall.

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

I've said in many interviews that I like my fiction to be unpredictable. I like there to be considerable suspense.

The things I do for love.