She had never loved him so much as she did in that instant.

So be it. I'll wear my iron and hold my tongue. A man who won't listen can't hear.

There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.

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.

Books are dead men talking.

Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.

I have an instinctual distrust of conventional happy endings.