Quotes from George R.R. Martin

Una vez el Septon Supremo me dijo que el sufrimiento es el precio que pagamos por nuestros pecados. Si eso es cierto, decidme, Lord Eddard... ¿por qué son siempre los inocentes los que más sufren cuando vosotros, los grandes señores, jugáis al juego de tronos?

Trebali smo promijeniti svijet,zar ne?Sranje.Umjesto toga svijet je promijenio nas.

The moon was a crescent, thin and sharp as the blade of a knife.

It is hard to take orders from a man you laughed at in your cups,

A man is never so vulnerable in a battle as when he flees," Lord Eddard has told Jon once. "A running man is like a wounded animal to a soldier. It gets his bloodlust up.

And the stars in the night were the eyes of his wolves, and the wind itself was their song.

The sad truth of history has always been that the unreasoning masses follow the powerful, and not the wise.

The ground was so far below him, he could barely make it out through the grey mists that whirled around him, but he could feel how fast he was falling, and he knew what was waiting for him down there. Even in dreams, you could not fall forever. He would wake up in the instant before he hit the ground, he knew. You always woke in the instant before you hit the ground.

It is as if I were a stranger here. Nothing has changed, and yet everything has changed - Theon Greyjoy

Never believe anything you hear at a woman's tit.

Old powers waken. Shadows stir. An age of wonder and terror will soon be upon us, and age for gods and heroes.

I will not fight you," Princess Meria told Rhaenys, "nor will I kneel to you. Dorne has no king. Tell your brother that." "I shall," Rhaenys replied, "but we will come again, Princess, and the next time we shall come with fire and blood.

When your enemies defy you, you must serve them steel and fire. When they go to their knees, however, you must help them back to their feet. Elsewise no man will ever bend the knee to you

Ser Arys was pleasant company abed, but wit and he were strangers. (Arianne Martell)

Will you not weep?" "I do not have the time for tears.

For Phyllis who made me put dragons in

She remembered a tale she had heard from Old Nan, about how sometimes during a long winter men who'd lived beyond their years would announce that they were going hunting. And their daughters would weep and their sons would turn their faces to the fire, she could hear Old Nan saying, but no one would stop them, or ask what game they meant to hunt, with the snows so deep and the cold wind howling. She wondered what the old Braavosi told their sons and daughters, before they set off.

Valar morghulis. - Valar dohaeris. (c) George R. Martin -- All men must die. - All men must serve.

Sex is sharing, you see, and it's good to share with everyone. But the sharing has to be real and meaningful. That creates problems.

Sorcery is a sword without a hilt. There is no safe way to grasp it.

A valiant deed unsung is no less valiant.

Perhaps magic was once a mighty force in the world, but no longer. What little remains is no more than the wisp of smoke that lingers in the air after a great fire has burned out, and even that is fading. Valyria was the last ember, and Valyria is gone. The dragons are no more, the giants are dead, the children of the forest forgotten with all their lore.

There's nothing half so mortal as a grey goose feather.

The gods mock the prayers of kings and cowherds alike.