Quotes from George R.R. Martin

Un hombre puede ser valiente cuando tiene miedo? - oyó que preguntaba su voz, tenue y lejana. – El el único momento en que puede ser valiente, Bran - le respondió la voz de su padre.

So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm

Ygritte was much in his thoughts as well. He remembered the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body... and the look on her face as she slit the old man's throat. You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted.

The gold of a lowland lord is as worthless as a half man's promises'' Gunthor said. ''Half a man I may be'' Tyrion said. ''Yet I have the courage to face my enemies. What do the Stone Crows do, but hide behind rocks and shiver with fear as the knights of the Vale ride by?

A thousand deaths would still be less than he deserves.

I beg you both, take heart.'(Varys) 'Whose?' asked Tyrion sourly. He could think of several tempting choices.

There are worse things than dying with a song on your lips.

Littlefinger: A trade envoy from Lys once observed to me that Lord Stannis must love his daughter very well, since he'd erected hundreds of statues of her all along the walls of Dragonstone. Tyrion: My lord, those are gargoyles.

It was a time for warm embraces, for smiles, for toasts and reconciliations, for renewing old friendships and making new ones, for laughter and kisses. It was a good time, a golden autumn, a time of peace and plenty. But winter was coming.

Robb: Uncle Benjen said to send you to the stables if I saw you. Jon: I have one more farewell to make. Robb: Then I haven't seen you.

All the world knew that a maester forged his silver link when he learned the art of healing—but the world preferred to forget that men who knew how to heal also knew how to kill.

Let no man think that the fire of the Targaryens did not burn in his veins.

You ought to be blowing me kisses, wench.

Do as they bid you...but in your heart, remember who and what you are.

Sam loved to listen to music and make his own songs, to wear soft velvets, to play in the castle kitchen beside the cooks, drinking in the rich smells as he snitched lemon cakes and blueberry tarts. His passions were books and kittens and dancing, clumsy as he was.

The septons preach about the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who's been burned knows what hell is truly like" ...She was sad for him, she realized. Somehow, the fear had gone away. The silence went on and on, so long that she began to grow afraid once more, but she was afraid for him now, not for herself. She found his massive shoulder with her hand. "He was no true knight," she whispered to him.

He found Podrick Payne asleep in a chair outside the door of the solar, and shook him by the shoulder. "Summon Bronn, and then tun down to the stables and have two horses saddled." (Tyrion). The squire's eyes were cloudy with sleep. "Horses". (squire) "Those big brown animals that love apples, I'm sure you've seen them. Four legs and a tail. But Bronn first." (Tyrion)

Sure, I knew the differences between a space opera and a hard-boiled detective story and a historical novel...but I never cared about such differences. It seemed to me, then as now, that there are good stories and bad stories, and that was the only distinction that truly mattered.

Oak and iron, guard me well, or else I'm dead, and doomed to hell.

I confess, I do not understand what there is in her to make a clever man like you act such a fool." "You might, if you were not a eunuch." "Is that the way of it? A man may have wits, or a bit of meat between his legs, but not both?" Varys tittered. "Perhaps I should be grateful I was cut, then." The Spider was right.

Noble words, but words were easy. Deeds were hard. - Brienne

Cuando la gente se muere de hambre, no ve con buenos ojos a los sacerdotes que están tan gordos que no pueden caminar.

but it is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.

The crow calls the raven black.