Some writers enjoy writing, I am told. Not me. I enjoy having written.

One of your northmen hit me with a morningstar during the battle on the Green Fork. I escaped him by falling off my horse. (Tyrion)

She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.

This is not Winterfell', he told him as he cut his meat with fork and dagger. 'On the Wall, a man gets only what he earns. You're no ranger, Jon, only a green boy with the smell of summer still on you.

If the day comes when you would find me again, give that coin to any man from Braavos, and say these words to him--valar morghulis.

The years leech at a man's memories, even those he has vowed never to forget.

Is it so far from madness to wisdom?" - Daenerys Targaryen