One night, in his cups, he drank a jar of wildfire, after telling his friends it would transform him into a dragon, but the gods were kind and it transformed him into a corpse.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle Earth.

Only lies offend me, never honest counsel.

A hedge knight must hold tight to his pride. Without it, he was no more than a sellsword

All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes

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.

Will you make a song for him?' the woman asked. 'He has a song,' the man replied. 'He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.