On the gallows tree, all men are brothers.

There is magic in my universe, but it's pretty low magic compared to other fantasies.

I'm honest. It's the world that's awful.

There’s part of me that loves words. But sometimes it feels like you’re trying to drive nails with your shoe.

Robert wanted to be loved. My brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved, Sansa?” “Everyone wants to be loved.” “I see flowering hasn’t made you any brighter,” said Cersei. “Sansa, permit me to share a bit of womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.

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.

Wizards die the same as other men, once you cut their heads off.