Character: Melisandre

If half an onion is black, it is rotten. The man is good or bad.

- My time to whisper in the kings passed.
Oh, I doubt it. We, the commoners, the taste power, like a lion tasted human flesh: nothing will seem sweeter.

Perhaps you need to perform a small part of his plan. Maybe he brought you here to see you die again.
- What kind of God would do such a thing?
The one that we have.

If I sometimes take a prophecy for a warning, and a warning for a prophecy, the fault lies with the reader, not the book.

An ant who hears the words of the king, does not understand their meaning, and we are ants before the fiery face of God.

We all make choices. Men and women, children and old men, lords and peasants. The choice all the same. We choose light or darkness. We choose good or evil.

There is only one battle between life and death.

Men do not lust after what they have.

There is only one hell, and we live in it.

Shadows in the darkness do not live. They are servants of the light, children of fire. And the brighter the flame, the darker they are!

- You must bow to brother. It's the Lord's chosen, born among salt and smoke!
- Born among salt and smoke? As ham?

Sleep is a small death, a dream is a whisper from the Other, which will make all of us into your eternal night.

Dalla told me one thing. Sister vel, the wife of mance Rayder. She said that sorcery is a sword without a hilt. Can't take it, not get hurt.
- A wise woman - Melisandre rose, her red robes fluttered in the wind. - A sword without a hilt is still a sword, and the sword is a great weapon against enemies.

Every person stepping on the ground, casts a shadow in this world. Someone short and weak, and someone, long and dark.