A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only once.
A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.
Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.
Fear cuts deeper than swords.
Winter is coming.
The brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.
Every flight begins with a fall.
Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.
He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.
There is no creature on earth half so terrifying as a truly just man.
Crowns do queer things to the heads beneath them.
The man who fears losing has already lost.
Let me give you some advice, bastard: Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.
They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.
Hodor!
A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.