Quotes from George R.R. Martin

Only a starving man asks bread from a begger

Ser Corliss Penny gave the clan chief an incredulous look. "Do you want to die, Wull?" That seemed to amuse the northman. "I want to live forever in a land where summer lasts a thousand years. I want a castle in the clouds where I can look down over the world. I want to be six-and-twenty again. When I was six-and-twenty I could fight all day and fuck all night. What men want does not matter.

All night i have been making songs for you in my head. A lay for your eyes, a ballad for your lips, a duet to your breasts. I will ot sing them, through. They were poor things, unworthy of such beauty.

But I do exist. Remember that . . . This is not Avalon now, t'Larien, and today is not yesterday. It is a dying Festival world, a world without a code, so each of us must cling tightly to whatever codes we bring with us. (Jaan Vikary)

This is old news, and stale," growled the Shavepate. "Your mother said the same of your father's kisses," Daario replied.

The cold gods," she said. "The ones in the night. The white shadows.

Maybe he had fallen asleep out in the snows and dreamed himself a safe, warm place.

The Others never come when the sun is up.

Honor set you on the kingsroad … and honor brought you back." "My friends brought me back," Jon said. "Did I say it was your honor?" Mormont

The old wounds never heal.

Vermax left a clutch of eggs somewhere in the depths of Winterfell's crypts, where the waters of the hot springs run close to the walls, while his rider treated with Cregan Stark at the start of the Dance of the Dragons. As Archmaester Gyldayn notes in his fragmentary history, there is no record that Vermax ever laid so much as a single egg, suggesting the dragon was

Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence

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.

Water? Fuck your water. Bring me wine.

Gods forbid they glimpse me near the high seat of the Arryns, they might think that I mean to sit in it. Cheeks born so low as mine must never aspire to such lofty cushions.

There has never been a slave who did not choose to be a slave,

They would not love me living, so let them dread me dead.

Somewhere off in the distance, a wolf was howling. Crows circled the broken tower, waiting for corn.

A year ago I was scheming to make the girl Robert's queen," Renly said, "but what does it matter? The boar got Robert and I got Margaery. You'll be pleased to know she came to me a maid." "In your bed she's like to die that way.

In the dream they were only shadows, grey wraiths on horses made of mist.

The king dies, Ned Stark thought, and the Hand is buried.

When the lion falls the lesser beasts move in: the jackals and the vultures and the feral dogs.

The red woman could see the future in the fire, but all that Davos Seaworth ever saw were the shadows of the past:

Yet, if he would not lie, what could he write but truth?