Quotes from George R.R. Martin

Torches just blind you. On a clear night like this, the moon and the stars are enough.

No one has ever died of restlessness, but rashness is another matter. We've planted seeds, let them grow.

We all need to be mocked from time to time, lest we take ourselves too seriously.

Girl or boy, we fight our battles. But the God's let us choose our weapons.

It's you and me that matters to me and you.

She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.

The hard truths are the ones to hold tight.-The Old Bear, A Game of Thrones

Men come and go. They lie, or die, or leave you.

A lion doesn't concern himself with the opinions of a sheep.

Nothing makes the past a sweeter place to visit than the prospect of imminent death.

The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die... a ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.

There is only one god and his name is death. And there is only one thing we say to death: not today.

a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness.

When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.

Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.

The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.

Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms . . . or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?