“Other brother? What other brother?”
“If you romanticise this business, you’re already swept. First of all, acting: it’s not different in that respect from anything else, be it plumbing or rocket science. Experience doesn’t help; experience is the basis of it it. ‘He had talent.’ Well, everyone has talent. But experience is time. Time needs to pass while you’re doing it.”
“I’ve seen fake gods and bad gods and demigods and would-be gods. And out of all that, out of that whole pantheon, if I believe in one thing, just one thing… I believe in her.”
“Oh, my sweet summer child,” Old Nan said quietly, “what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods”


