Quotes from George R.R. Martin

You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you...

A lion doesn't concern itself with the opinion of sheep.

Crowns do queer things to the heads beneath them.

I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one.

Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.

I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don't tell me to leave.

A lord must learn that sometimes words can accomplish what swords cannot.

When you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him.

A woman's life is nine parts mess to one part magic, you'll learn that soon enough...and the parts that look like magic turn out to be the messiest of all.

You know nothing, Jon Snow.

A man might befriend a wolf, even break a wolf, but no man could truly tame a wolf.

the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword." "...a ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.

If you need help bark like a dog." - Gendry. "That's stupid. If I need help I'll shout help." - Arya

My sister has mistaken me for a mushroom. She keeps me in the dark and feeds me shit.

A craven can be as brave as any man, when there is nothing to fear. And we all do our duty, when there is no cost to it. How easy it seems then, to walk the path of honor. Yet soon or late in every man's life comes a day when it is not easy, a day when he must choose. (Maester Aemon)

When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east," she said sadly. "When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When my womb quickens again, and I bear a living child. Then you will return, my sun-and-stars, and not before." -Daenerys Targaryen

And who are you, the proud Lord said that I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws. And, mine are as long and sharp, my Lord as long and sharp as yours. And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that Lord of Castamere, but now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear. Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear.

Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty. What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms ... or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

Some writers enjoy writing, I am told. Not me. I enjoy having written.

It all goes back and back," Tyrion thought, "to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance in our steads.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

I've lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister, and a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister won this war.

If a man paints a target on his chest, he should expect that sooner or later someone will loose an arrow on him.

How would you like to die, Tyrion son of Tywin?" "In my own bed, with a belly full of wine and a maiden's mouth around my cock, at the age of eighty," he replied.