Quotes from George R.R. Martin

racing down the kingsroad, as if to outrun his doubts.

I'm not an owl," said Arya. "I'm a wolf. I'll howl.

The intelligent and efficient politician is a species virtually unknown in the galaxy,

He was beastly tired, but it was hard to stop. One more book, he had told himself, then I'll stop. One more folio, just one more. One more page, then I'll go up and rest and get a bite to eat. But there was always another page after that one, and another after that, and another book waiting underneath the pile. I'll just take a quick peek to see what this one is about, he'd think, and before he knew he would be halfway through it.

A knight's a sword with a horse. The rest, the vows and the sacred oils and the lady's favors, they're silk ribbons tied round the sword. Maybe the sword's are prettier with ribbons hanging off it, but it will kill you just as dead.

Death is not the worst thing," the kindly man replied. "It is His gift to us, an end to want and pain. On the day that we are born the Many-Faced God sends each of us a dark angel to walk through life beside us. When our sins and our sufferings grow too great to be borne, the angel takes us by the hand to lead us to the nightlands, where the stars burn ever bright.

That made her laugh until she screamed. "Mad," someone said, "she's lost her wits," and someone else said, "Make an end," and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she'd done with Jinglebell, and she thought, No, don't, don't cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold.

Not all of us can be as bold as Jaime, but there are other ways to win wars.

There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs. The scent of blood is all it takes to wake him.

I swear it by earth and water," said the boy in green. "I swear it by bronze and iron," his sister said. "We swear it by ice and fire," they finished together.

The game of thrones takes many a queer turn.

No wall can keep you safe," his father told him once, as they walked the walls of Winterfall. "A wall is only as strong as the men who defend it.

This is madness, Catelyn thought. Real enemies on every side and half the realm in flames, and Renly sits here playing at war like a boy with his first wooden sword.

I want her, he realized. I want Winterfell, yes, but I want her as well, child or woman or whatever she is. I want to comfort her. I want to hear her laugh. I want her to come to me willingly, to bring me her joys and her sorrows and her lust. His mouth twisted in a bitter smile. Yes, and I want to be tall as Jaime and as strong as Ser Gregor the Mountain too, for all the bloody good it does.

If you step in a nest of snakes, does it matter who bites you first?

I used to think that it got cold up in the Dornish Marches. What did I know?" Nothing, thought Jon Snow, the same as me.

Tell me who's won and I'll tell you what it means.

To help me to my grave. I asked for you to leave. Will you make me call my gaolers and have you dragged away, you vile, scheming, evil bitch?

The hotel bar was quiet and dark, with the kind of mood that promotes good talk and serious drinking.

And Ser Lyn Corbray?" The candlelight was dancing in his eyes. "Ser Lyn will remain my implacable enemy. He will speak of me with scorn and loathing to every man he meets, and lend his sword to every secret plot to bring me down." That was when her suspicion turned to certainty. "And how shall you reward him for this service?" Littlefinger laughed aloud.

el maestre amaba los libros tanto como Samwell Tarly. Comprendía cómo se podía sumergir uno en ellos, como si cada página fuera un agujero abierto que daba a otro mundo.

A thing without a name has no substance. If it existed, it would have a name. And, likewise, if you give a thing a name, somewhere, on some level, the thing named will exist, will come to be.

You have another choice, though," Prince Baelor said quietly. "Whether it is a better choice or a worse one, I cannot say, but I remind you that any knight accused of a crime has the right to demand trial by combat. So I ask you once again, Ser Duncan the Tall—how good a knight are you? Truly?

El conocimiento es un arma, Jon. Aseguraos de ir bien armado antes de entrar en combate.