A Dance with Dragons - George R. R. Martin

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

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.

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

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

The best calumnies are spiced with truth.

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

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