Quotes from George R.R. Martin

Arya did not dare [take a bath], even though she smelled as bad as Yoren by now, all sour and stinky. Some of the creatures living in her clothes had come all the way from Flea Bottom with her; it didn't seem right to drown them.

If instead you feed the wolf and tame him and turn his pups into your guard dogs, they will protect the flocks when the pack comes ravening.

Searching is not finding.

Pick," he said, "or we kill them all." On her knees, weeping, Helaena named her youngest, Maelor. Perhaps she thought the boy was too young to understand, or perhaps it was because the older boy, Jaehaerys, was King Aegon's firstborn son and heir, next in line to the Iron Throne. "You hear that, little boy?" Cheese whispered to Maelor. "Your momma wants you dead." Then he gave Blood a grin, and the hulking swordsman slew Prince Jaehaerys,

I am too old a soldier to believe that. Hoster will be chiding me about the Redwyne girl even as we light his funeral pyre, damn his bones.

The wolf pup loved her, even if no one else did.

Why must we draw these lines, these fine distinctions, these labels and barriers that set us apart? Ace and nat and joker, capitalist and communist, Catholic and Protestant, Arab and Jew, Indian and Latino, and on and on everywhere, and of course true humanity is to be found only on our side of the line and we feel free to oppress and rape and kill the "other," whoever he might be. (From the Journal of Xavier Desmond)

A long time ago, she remembered her father saying that when the cold winds blow the lone wolf dies and the pack survives.

If I pray nicely, will the Father give me a new hand? No. But the Warrior will give you courage, the Smith will lend you strength, and the Crone will give you wisdom. It's a hand I need.

The snow fell steadily, cloaking all the world in white.

If a man does not use his member it grows smaller and smaller until one day he wants to piss and cannot find it.

One foe at a time, that was what the old man always said.

Familiarity is the father of acceptance.

Brother, you need never kneel to me again. We shall rule this realm together, you and I.

Seven, Brienne thought again, despairing. She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice. She stepped out into the rain, Oathkeeper in hand.

I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears.»

Even now, he was a Stark of Winterfell, and his grief and his rage froze hard inside him.

on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.

Yet unbeknownst to all but a few, storm clouds were gathering on the horizon, and faintly in the distance wise men could hear a rumble of thunder.

A son for a son, heh. But that's a grandson...and he never was much use." --Walder Frey

No godless man may sit the Seastone Chair!

Till the rest of his days were done, Abner Marsh remembered that moment, that first look into the eyes of Joshua York.

Spare me," he begged. "I do not want to die." "Few do. Yet all men die, regardless.

There he lost his love and half his crew, if the tales be true…