Quotes from George R.R. Martin

Bran looked up calmly. "His name is Summer," he said.

A warrior who cannot sleep soon has no strength to fight.

Nothing holds an edge like Valyrian steel,

Two days' ride to either side of the kingsroad, they passed through a wide swath of destruction, miles of blackened fields and orchards

These are demons in the skins of wolves, sent to chastise us for our sins." "This must have been an uncommonly sinful horse," Jaime said,

Look at what kinging has done to me. Gods, too fat for my armor, how did it ever come to this?

fools believe in foolish things.

I dreamed about the crow again last night. The one with three eyes. He flew into my bedchamber and told me to come with him, so I did. We went down to the crypts. Father was there, and we talked. He was sad." "And why was that?" Luwin peered through his tube. "It was something to do about Jon, I think." The dream had been deeply disturbing, more so than any of the other crow dreams.

Later, Maester Luwin built a little pottery boy and dressed him in Bran's clothes and flung him off the wall into the yard below, to demonstrate what would happen to Bran if he fell. That had been fun, but afterward Bran just looked at the maester and said, "I'm not made of clay. And anyhow, I never fall.

Jon Snow, you know nothing. You don't go in with clothes.

Prophecy is like a half-trained mule," he complained to Jorah Mormont. "It looks as though it might be useful, but the moment you trust in it, it kicks you in the head.

The air smelled of salt and frying fish, of hot tar and honey, of incense and oil and sperm.

Ser Rodrik shouted "Winterfell!" and rode to meet him, with Bronn and Chiggen beside him, screaming some wordless battle cry. Ser Willis Wode followed, swinging a spiked morningstar around his head. "Harrenhal! Harrenhal!" he sang. Tyrion felt a sudden urge to leap up, brandish his axe, and boom out, "Casterly Rock!" but the insanity passed quickly and he crouched down lower. He

He was no dragon, Dany thought, curiously calm. Fire cannot kill a dragon.

My wet nurse said the same thing, Will," Royce replied. "Never believe anything you hear at a woman's tit. There are things to

Starks of Winterfell: a grey direwolf racing across an ice-white field.

In battle, discipline beats numbers nine times of every ten.

Things can change quickly in the game of thrones.

But how much can human beings know each other? Aren't all of them cut off, really? Each alone in a big, dark, empty universe? We only trick ourselves when we think that someone else is there. In the end, in the cold lonely end, it's only us, by ourselves, in the blackness. Are you there, Robb? How do I know? Will you die with me, Robb? Will we be together then? Are we together now?......... It's not enough anymore. I'm scared. Suddenly I'm scared.

A small victory, Catelyn thought when the fighting had ended and the surviving foemen had melted back into the night, yet a victory nonetheless.

Why does a bear shit in the woods?" he demanded. "Because it is his nature. Lying comes as easily as breathing to a man

When the armorer opened the door, the blast of hot air that came through made Ned feel as though he were walking into a dragon's mouth. Inside, a forge blazed in each corner,

He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.

Theron's rather inchoate manuscript Strange Stone postulates that both fortress and seat might be the work of a queer, misshapen race of half men sired by creatures of the salt seas upon human women. These Deep Ones, as he names them, are the seed from which our legends of merlings have grown, he argues, whilst their terrible fathers are the truth behind the Drowned God of the ironborn.