A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.

He wants you to smile and smell sweet and be his lady love. He wants to hear you recite all your pretty little words the way the septa taught you. He wants you to love him... and fear him.

There are worse ways to die than warm and drunk.

We're children. We're supposed to be childish.

Is it treason to say the truth? A bitter truth, but no less true for that.

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

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