“Fire consumes, but cold preserves.”

“Fire consumes.' Lord Beric stood behind them, and there was something in his voice that silenced Thoros at once. 'It consumes, and when it is done there is nothing left. Nothing.”

“She wants fire, and Dorne sent her mud.You could make a poultice out of mud to cool a fever. You could plant seeds in mud and grow a crop to feed your children. Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.”

“I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.”

“Nothing burns like the cold.”

“Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.”

“And all was black and still, and black and cold, and black and dead, and black.”