Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?

What the King dreams, the Hand builds.

No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.

When a man was hurt you took him to the maester, but what could you do when your maester was hurt?

Knights die in battle,” Catelyn reminded her. Brienne looked at her with those blue and beautiful eyes. “As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli.

Give a thing a name and it will somehow come to be.