A Dance with Dragons - George R. R. Martin

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.

Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.

Words are wind, even words like love and peace. I put more trust in deeds.

I am the blood of the dragon, she thought. If they are monsters, so am I.

Sweetness cloys. Tart fruit and tart women give life its savor.

Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.

— His Grace is growing fond of you.
— I can tell. He only threatened to behead me twice.

The best calumnies are spiced with truth.