Quotes from George R.R. Martin

These woods are as empty as you think, he had said. You cannot know what the light might summon from the darkness.

Though there are those who say it does not matter how a man begins, but only how he ends.

You may dress an ironman in silks and velvets, teach him to read and write and give him books, instruct him in chivalry and courtesy and the mysteries of the Faith," writes Archmaester Haereg, "but when you look into his eyes, the sea will still be there, cold and grey and cruel.

Tyrion felt a pang of rage. "You fucking son of a pox-ridden ass," he spat. "I hope you die of a bloody flux.

That is the nature of prophecy... Prophecy will bite your prick off every time.

Sometimes he thinks of me as a child he must protect, and sometimes as a woman he would like to bed, but does he ever truly see me as his queen?

and all his smiles belong to her and her alone.

Three treasons you will know;. One for blood, one for gold, and one for love.

seeing everything, yet a part of nothing.

Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty.

Hodor's real name was Walder. No one knew where "Hodor" had come from, she said, but when he started saying it, they started calling him by it. It was the only word he had.

Ein Leser durchlebt tausend Leben, ehe er stirbt", sagte Jojen. "Der Mann, der nie liest, lebt nur sein eigenes.

In the darkness all the gods were strangers.

She wanted to lose herself in the words, in other times and places

Give me your word that you'll tell the queen what she wants to hear when she comes calling." "If I did, my word would be as hollow as an empty suit of armor. My life is not so precious to me as that.

Yet the higher a man climbs the further he has to fall.

Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years.

Hundreds had come to the castle gates to bear witness to the burning of the Seven. The smell in the air was ugly. Even for soldiers, it was hard not to feel uneasy at such an affront to the gods most had worshiped all their lives.

Even now, it was hard for her to believe that he was truly gone. Some nights she would wake in darkness, half-asleep, and for an instant expect to find him there beside her.

Many have served Him of Many Faces through the centuries, but only a few of His servants have been women. Women bring life into the world. We bring the gift of death. No one can do both.

El miedo hiere más que las espadas.

If he didn't talk about it, maybe he would forget. He had never wanted to remember. It might not even be a true remembering." - Bran

The gods are never that good.

They were all around him, half a dozen of them, white-faced children with dark eyes, boys and girls together. And in their hands, the daggers.