The lord of light made the sun and moon and stars to light our day, and gave us fire to keep the night at bay.
Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.
Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.
No one has ever died of restlessness, but rashness is another matter. We’ve planted seeds, let them grow.
I value my privacy, and if sometimes my actions seem strange or arbitrary or capricious, I do not want them challenged.
I was very sorry to hear about your losses. Your brother was a terrible traitor, I know, but if we start killing men at weddings they’ll be more frightened of marriage than they are presently. (Olenna Tyrell to Sansa Stark
As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.
A crisp roast chicken would set the world aright.
The moon was a crescent, thin and sharp as the blade of a knife.
Silence is a prince’s friend.