The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummerโs farce is almost done. My son is home.
A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.
Some doors are best left closed.
I'm sorry that I never trusted you. I don't know how to do that anymore.
I never finished any of my early stories. They were all beginnings, an endless number of beginnings.
There are worse ways to die than warm and drunk.