Nothing Burns Like The Cold.

He Understood The Way That You Could Sometimes Fall Right Into Them, As If Each Page Was A Hole Into Another World.

...if You Dance With Dragons, You Must Expect To Burn.

It Had Been More Of A Wish, Actually, But It Sounded Better To Call It A Dream.

Knowledge Is A Weapon, Jon. Arm Yourself Well Before You Ride Forth To Battle.

Give Me Priests Who Are Fat And Corrupt And Cynical,(...) The Sort Who Like To Sit On Soft Satin Cushions, Nibble Sweetmeats, And Diddle Little Boys. It's The Ones Who Believe In Gods Who Make The Trouble. (tyrion)