First Rule, Stick Them With The Pointy

The Wildlings Seemed To Think Ygritte A Great Beauty Because Of Her Hair; Red Hair Was Rare Among The Free Folk, And Those Who Had It Were Said To Be Kissed By Fire, Which Was Supposed To Be Lucky.

For Herself, She Wanted Sleet And Ice, Howling Winds, Thunder To Shake The Very Stones Of The Red Keep. She Wanted A Storm To Match Her Rage.

The Strongest Trees Are Rooted In The Dark Places Of The Earth. Darkness Will Be Your Cloak, Your Shield, Your Mother's Milk. Darkness Will Make You Strong.

If The Novels Are Still Being Read In 50 Years, No One Is Ever Going To Say: 'what's Great About That Sixth Book Is That He Met His Deadline!' It Will Be About How The Whole Thing Stands Up.

I Rose Too High, Loved Too Hard, Dared Too Much. I Tried To Grasp A Star, Overreached, And Fell.