Quotes from George R.R. Martin

A long time ago, she remembered her father saying that when the cold winds blow the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. He had it all backwards. Arya the lone wolf, still lives, but the wolves of the pack had been taken and slain and skinned.

The nights are too long,' he told Missandei, 'and there is much and more to do, always.

A hound will die for you, but never lie to you.

If? The word is when.

It is not the foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back.

Who in seven hells is this one?" "The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard," Jaime returned with cold courtesy. "I might ask the same of you, my lady." "Lady? I'm no lady. I'm the queen." "My sister will be surprised to hear that." "Lord Ryman crowned me his very self." She gave a shake of her ample hips. "I'm the queen o' whores." No, Jaime thought, my sweet sister holds that title too.

he'd told her that young girls were always happiest with older men. Innocence and experience make for a perfect marriage.

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

Ser Loras lusts for glory as real men lust for women, the least the gods can do is grant him a death worthy of a song.

Tell me that none of this troubles you, Jon...and I'll name you a liar, and know I have the truth of it. Jon drew himself up, taut as a bowstring. And if it did trouble me, what might I do, bastard as I am? What will you do? Mormont asked. Bastard as you are? Be troubled, said Jon, and keep my vows.

Reading books by candlelight will make you blind." "I need the candlelight to see the words, ser." "Do you want a clout in the ear?

Her father said there was no shame in being afraid, only in showing your fear. "All men live with fear," he said.

A un sapo le salen alas y ya cree que es un dragón.

No singer would ever make a song about that battle. No maester would ever write down an account for one of the Reader's beloved books. No banners flew, no warhorns moaned, no great lord called his men about him to hear his final ringing words. They fought in the predawn gloom, shadow against shadow, stumbling over roots and rocks, with mud and rotting leaves beneath their feet.

Knowledge could be more valuable than gold, more deadly than a dagger.

He was a pitiful thing. He had always been a pitiful thing. Why had she never seen that before? There was a hollow place inside her where her fear had been.

The bad part is you freeze your balls off, but since you're not allowed to breed anyway, I don't suppose that matters.

If she pops out sons the way she pops in tarts, the Dreadfort will soon be overrun with Boltons.

The godswife thought her a child, but children grow, and children learn.

There were other things to tend to first. There were other debts to pay.

Your boat's not like to sink, I don't think. Boats only sink when I'm aboard.

It was almost enough to put a man off whoring.

The truth will set us free. But freedom is cold and empty and frightening, and lies can often be warm and beautiful.

It is always winter now.