Quotes from David Benioff

Arrojó su taco de papel sobre la mesa, y pude ver que no había estado tomando notas, como pensé, sino simplemente dibujando equis una y otra vez, hasta que la hoja entera estaba cubierta de ellas. Por alguna razón esto me asustó más que su uniforme o su cara de matón.

Ah, the farmer, he kicks the first sack, 'Meow,' and so on. He kicks the second sack, and the boy inside says, 'Woof!' Pretending to be—" Kolya pointed at me to finish the sentence. "A cow." "A dog. When he kicks the third sack, the boy inside says, 'Potatoes!' " We walked in silence. "Well," said Kolya at last, "other people think it's funny." On

If this is a dream the whole world is inside it.

Start admiring the vastness of the forest and a tree will surely fall on you, bashing your skull for the crime of perspective.

Real terror – the genuine belief that your life is about to end violently – erases everything but itself from the brain.

The loneliest sound in the world is other people making love.

If we piled them up, they would reach God.' 'But God does not exist, Comrade Farmer.' 'Nor do the potatoes, Comrade Stalin.' " "Old one." "Jokes only get old if they're good. Otherwise, who keeps telling them?" "People like you who aren't funny?

So many die without our caring, decline to silence in rooms beyond hearing. We honor the dead and abhor the dying. - from the story "De Composition

I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed. I was born an insomniac and that's the way I'll die, wasting thousands of hours along the way longing for unconsciousness,

She was not a writer herself but she was a very good reader, passionate and eclectic in her tastes, and my father had great faith in her judgments.

In certain ways I am deeply stupid. I don't say this out of modesty. I believe that I'm more intelligent than the average human being, though perhaps intelligence should not be looked at as a single gauge, like a speedometer, but as a full array of tachometers, odometers, altimeters, and the rest.

Your mother and sister weren't on the radio telling us all to be brave. Look, I don't expect composers and poets to be heroes. I just don't like hypocrites.

I was a runt from birth. Big nosed, black haired, skin scribbled with acne—let's admit I was no girl's idea of a catch. But war made me more attractive. Others dwindled as the ration cards were cut and cut again, halving those who looked like circus strongmen before the invasion. I had no muscle to lose. Like the shrews that kept scavenging while the dinosaurs toppled around them, I was built for deprivation.

Nos pasábamos los minutos sobrantes cazando ratas, que debían de haber pensado que la desaparición de los gatos de la ciudad era la respuesta a todas sus antiguas plegarias, hasta que comprendieron que ya no había nada que comer en la basura.

De waarheid mag dan vreemder zijn dan de verbeelding, maar vraagt wel om een betere redacteur. Het grootste deel van het leven van een mens is de moeite van het onthouden niet waard.

Heroes and fast sleepers, then, can switch off their thoughts when necessary. Cowards and insomniacs, my people, are plagued by babble on the brain.

The partisans would continue picking off Nazis; the Nazis would continue massacring noncombatants; and eventually the Fascists would learn that they could not win the war even if they killed thirty civilians for every one of their dead soldiers. The arithmetic was brutal, but brutal arithmetic always worked in Russia's favor.

Kolya seemed fearless, but everyone has fear in them somewhere; fear is part of our inheritance. Aren't we descended from timid little shrews who cowered in the shadows while the great beasts stomped past? Cannibals and Nazis didn't make Kolya nervous, but the threat of embarrassment did-- the possibility that a stranger might laugh at the lines he's written,

I was born an insomniac and that's the way I'll die, wasting thousands of hours along the way longing for unconsciousness.

You must always kiss as if kissing will be outlawed at dawn.

The secret to winning a woman is calculated neglect.

Death is the enemy. The first enemy. And the last... The enemy always wins. But we still need to fight him. That's all I know. You and I won't find much joy while we're here, but we can keep others alive. We can defend those who can't defend themselves. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. Maybe we don't need to understand any more than that. Maybe that's enough.

Vika sat next to me, chewing on her fingernails. She chewed methodically, not an anxious person with a nervous habit but a butcher sharpening his knives.

Nekaj si moraš zapominiti o vodki, Jakob: vodka ne puš?a madežev.