Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come to them with a vengeance. But it is high summer for House Lannister. So why am I so bloody cold?

I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don't tell me to leave.

All men are fools, if truth be told, but the ones in motley are more amusing than ones with crowns.

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

We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.

Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next.

Why do the Gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?

Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.

Half-truths are worth more than outright lies.

She is not truly beautiful but something about her draws the eye.

Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.

Death is just the birth of yet another odyssey.

Newspapers have developed what might be called a vested interest in catastrophe. If they can spot a fight they play up that fight. If they can uncover a tragedy they will headline that tragedy.

What is more important than the name is that people know that I really like acting, I enjoy it and I want people to know that I am serious. The name thing: I will always be L.L. Cool J.

There is a lot of rubbish written about toilet humour - people saying it is childish and pretending it is beneath them - but there is no doubting the effectiveness of a really good willy gag.

If you argue and rankle and contradict, you may achieve a victory sometimes; but it will be an empty victory because you will never get your opponent's good will.

To have to liberate everybody doesn't sound very free to me. You're gong to go liberate people who maybe don't want to be liberated.

Some of my youthful readers are developing wonderful imaginations. This pleases me.

The future is here, now, and the past is full of actual deeds, real history. Utopias hardly have the meat on their bones to sustain a people in grave times.

If you're not dead, God's not done.

Most of us actually stifle enough good impulses during the course of a day to change the current of our lives.