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.

It's really irritating when you open a book, and 10 pages into it you know that the hero you met on page one or two is gonna come through unscathed, because he's the hero. This is completely unreal, and I don't like it.

Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence.

Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.

You are grown so very great now, yet the higher a man climbs the farther he has to fall.

It was bitingly cold up here,and the wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.

The girl had hoped for fog, but the gods ignored her prayers as gods so often did.