Quotes from George R.R. Martin

Small wonder he refused to marry. Why buy a cow when there were udders all around begging to be milked?

The gardener digs a hole in the ground and throws in a seed and waters it and he hopes something comes up. Now, he knows generally what's going to come up. He knows whether he planted an acorn for an oak tree or a tomato plant to get some tomatoes for the summer. But there's a lot of details he doesn't know. It may not grow at all. It may grow a little and then die. It may go wild. A chipmunk may eat it during the night. You don't know.

Seasoned killers all, thought Selmy, but it is one thing to face a foe in the pit when his coming is heralded by horns and drums and another to find a hidden killer before he can strike.

A fish on a leash, he said, chortling. There's a sight I never saw before.

Each night before sleep, she murmured her prayer into her pillow. "Ser Gregor," it went. "Dunsen, Raff the Sweetling, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei." She would have whispered the names of the Freys of the Crossing too, if she had known them. One day I'll know, she told herself, and then I'll kill them all.

Are you blind or bought?

Oldtown," Maester Aemon wheezed. "Yes. I dreamt of Oldtown, Sam. I was young again and my brother Egg was with me, with that big knight he served. We were drinking in the old inn where they make the fearsomely strong cider." He tried to rise again, but the effort proved too much for him. After a moment he settled back. "The ships," he said again. "We will find our answer there. About the dragons. I need to know.

El miedo no debe avergonzarnos; me lo dijo mi padre. Lo importante es cómo nos enfrentamos a él.

The hand does not argue with the head.

A knight swears by his sword.

And she would weep. When he saw tears rolling down her face, he would forgive her. She was less certain whether she would forgive herself.

Bloodraven is the root of all our woes, the white worm gnawimg at the heart of the realm.

These are northmen, Uncle. The north remembers.

Every inn in the city is full, and the whores are walking bowlegged and jingling with each step.

Where Melisandre thinks to find a sleeping dragon, no one is quite sure. It's nonsense. Mance's blood is no more royal than mine own.

Half of the Ullers are half-mad, the saying went, and the other half are worse.

On the Wall, a man gets only what he earns,

Some were bound to me by vows and some by blood, but they were all my brothers.

As the next thousand years unfold—and the thousands beyond that—many more will be born, and live, and die. And history will continue to unfold, as strange and complex and compelling as what my humble pen was able to lay before you

Robb, listen to me. Once you have eaten of his bread and salt, you have the guest right, and the laws of hospitality protect you beneath his roof.

There are other things I newly wake with. A sadness that is different altogether from the cloudy sediment dread bears up. It is dark and solo. I can't see the bottom of it. And another thing I don't recognise, a kind of hunger to grab another person and press them as deep into knowing as I've gone.

Life is not a song, sweetling. You may learn that one day to your sorrow.

Then armor yourself in faith, by all means, but wear a suit of mail and plate as well.

Esistono due tipi di persone ad Approdo del Re: i giocatori e le pedine. Petyr Baelish "Littlefinger