Quotes from George R.R. Martin

Under the sea the old fish eat the young fish.

Hodor hodor hodor hodor," shouted Hodor, eyes wide.

The Night's Watch permitted the forest to come no closer than half a mile of the north face of the Wall. The thickets of ironwood and sentinel and oak that had once grown there had been harvested centuries ago, to create a broad swath of open ground through which no enemy could hope to pass unseen.

When the choice is debt or death, best borrow.

If you can't protect yourself, die and get out of the way of those who can.

If I had me a nice goose quill and a pot o' maester's ink, I could write down that me member was long and thick as me arm, wouldn't make it so.

The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks, and we hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.

And if I hear 'Your Grace' once more, I'll have your head on a spike. We are more to each other than that." "I had not forgotten," Ned replied quietly.

He tossed his spear at my feet and gave my mother the back of his hand across the face, so she began to weep. 'Girl or boy, we fight our battles,' he said, 'but the gods let us choose our weapons.' He pointed to the spear, then to my mother's tears, and I picked up the spear.

She loved the fine hairs on his chest. She loved the strength in his arms, the sound of his laughter, the way he would always look into her eyes and say her name.

It's sad. He likes it where the wine is, and the smiles.

A man will win one tourney, and fall quickly in the next. A slick spot in the grass may mean defeat, or what you ate for supper the night before. A change in the wind may bring the gift of victory." He glanced at Ser Jorah. "Or a lady's favor knotted round an arm." Mormont's face darkened. "Be careful what you say, old man.

In the Old Way, women might decorate themselves with ornaments bought with coin, but a warrior wore only the jewelry he took off the corpses of enemies slain by his own hand. Paying the iron price, it was called.

Robb got to his feet slowly and sheathed his sword, and Catelyn found herself wondering whether her son had ever kissed a girl in the godswood. Surely he must have. She had seen Jeyne Poole giving him moist-eyed glances, and some of the serving girls, even ones as old as eighteen . . . he had ridden in battle and killed men with a sword, surely he had been kissed. There were tears in her eyes. She wiped them away angrily.

You are the Lady Asha of House Greyjoy, unless I am mistaken." "I am Asha of House Greyjoy, aye. Opinions differ on whether I am a lady.

You should think less about the future and more about the pleasures at hand.

Why buy a cow when there were udders all around begging to be milked?

Common boys fight with wooden swords too, only theirs are sticks and broken branches.

The north went on forever.

O título vem com o domínio.

He could not even get off his own horse, except to fall.

Never ask the baker what went into the pie. Just eat.

Hodor," Hodor said,

Over their heads flapped the banner of the Starks of Winterfell: a grey direwolf racing across an ice-white field. Bran