George RR Martin

It had been raining for days now, a cold grey downpour that well suited Catelyn's mood.

What good is it to be a skinchanger if you can't wear the skin you like?

Through stone walls and doors, through night and rain, he still knows the smell of death and ruin.

If this is so wrong ... why did the gods make it feel so good?

It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.

"What of love?"

"When the sun has set, no candle can replace it."

It had been so long since she had enjoyed the company of other women, she had almost forgotten how pleasant it could be.

When the dead walk, walls and stakes and swords mean nothing. You cannot fight the dead, Jon Snow.

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

A hall is no place for a wolf. He gets restless, you've seen. Growling and snapping. I should have never taken him into battle with me. He's killed far too many men to fear them now.

We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.

Wars need not be fought until the last drop of blood.