Quotes from George R.R. Martin

Words are wind, and the wind that blows exiles across the narrow sea seldom blows them back. That

Men were not meant to leave the earth. Spend too much time in the clouds and you never want to come back down again.

We must declare this Snow a traitor and a rebel," agreed Ser Harys Swyft. "The black brothers must remove him." Grand Maester Pycelle nodded ponderously. "I propose that we inform Castle Black that no more men will be sent to them until such time as Snow is gone.

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.

Outlaws or poachers, makes no matter. Dead men make poor company.

None of us wants trouble, but I fear these are troubled times,

Even a freerider requires a horse to ride;sellswords must have swords to sell.

Pyp had stabbed a turnip with his knife. "The night is dark and full of turnips," he announced in a solemn voice. "Let us all pray for venison, my children,

Ser Barristan wrinkled up his nose, and said, "Your Grace should not be here, breathing these black humors.

she whispered. Robb looked at her as if she'd gone mad. "Mother, stay here. I'll come back as soon as the fire's out." He ran then. She heard him shout to the guards outside the room, heard them descending together in a wild rush, taking the stairs two and three at a time.

The truth is in our bones, for flesh decays and bone endures.

Wylla." Lord Wyman smiled. "Did you see how brave she was? Even when I threatened to have her tongue out, she reminded me of the debt White Harbor owes to the Starks of Winterfell, a debt that can never be repaid. Wylla spoke from the heart, as did Lady Leona. Forgive her if you can, my lord. She is a foolish, frightened woman, and Wylis is her life. Not every man has it in him to be Prince Aemon the Dragonknight or Symeon Star-Eyes, and not every woman can be as brave as my Wylla.

Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints- the ground's too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do...

A man can bear most anything, if he must,

Tyrion Lannister reached up and slapped his nephew hard across the face. The boy's cheek began to redden. 'One word,' Tyrion said, 'and I will hit you again.' 'I'm going to tell Mother!' Joffrey exclaimed. Tyrion hit him again. Now both cheeks flamed.

When you accept a lord's meat and mead, all you do reflects on him. Always do more than he expects of you, never less. Never flinch at any task or hardship. And above all, never shame the lord you serve.

A snail hides in his shell.

A wise man never makes an enemy of a king.

Can our morrows be foretold?" he repeated slowly. "Mayhaps. There are certain spells in the old books … but Your Grace might ask instead, 'Should our morrows be foretold?

Hay hombres que son como las espadas: nacen para luchar. Si los dejas inactivos, se oxidan.

Everyone wants something, Alayne. And when you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him.

Fire consumes.' Lord Beric stood behind them, and there was something in his voice that silenced Thoros at once. 'It consumes, and when it is done there is nothing left. Nothing.

Todo hombre y toda doncella empiezan siendo piezas, aunque algunos se crean jugadores.

Los niños creen que nada les puede hacer daño – le susurraron al oído sus temores-. Los adultos saben que si.