Quotes from George R.R. Martin

All me lie when they are afraid. Some tell many lies, some but a few. Some have only one great lie they tell so often that they almost come to believe it ... though some small part of them will always know that it is still a lie, and that will show upon their faces.

If the lamb sees the knife, she panics. Her panic seeps into her meat, darkens it, fouls the flavor.

So the wolfling is leaving his den to play among the lions," he said in a voice of quiet satisfaction.

Learn to use yours ears more and your mouth less, or your reign will be shorter than I am.

Poison is a coward's weapon'' the king complained. Ned had heard enough. ''You send hired knives to kill a fourteen-year-old girl and still quibble about honor?

You took me unawares, my lord. I was not told of your coming." - "And I seem to have prevented yours.

Only the soldier pines and sentinels still showed green; the broadleaf trees had donned mantles of russet and gold, or else uncloaked themselves to scratch against the sky with branches brown and bare.

Once a man has seen a dragon in flight, let him stay at home and tend his garden in content, for this wide world has no greater wonder.

Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions, or dragons, or eagles.

Reading books again? Books will ruin your sword eye, boy.

Still, night falls for all of us in the end, and too soon for some.

I have touched more men that I can count. Some with my lips, more with my axe.

Do as you're told, sweetling, it won't be so bad. Wolves are supposed to be brave, aren't they?

No one who wears a crown is ever safe.

I would sooner be flesh and blood than silks and jewels.

The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept.

There is a long league's worth of difference between willful and stupid. - Tywin Lannister

Can they love without a word for it?

valar morghulis valar doeharis

Is that true? There is truth in it. And lies as well? There is an untruth, and an exaggeration.

The world preferred to forget that men who knew how to heal also knew how to kill.

Bad enough when the dead come walking,"he said (Dolorous Edd) to Jon, "now the Old Bear wants them talking as well? No good will come of that, I'll warrant. And who's to say the bones wouldn't lie? Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints-the ground's too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do. . . .

Choosing … it has always hurt. And always will.