Quotes from George R.R. Martin

The evening's rain had woken a hundred sleeping smells and made them ripe and strong again

Asha climbed quickly, to the fifth story and the room where her uncle read. Not that there are any rooms where he does not read. Lord Rodrik was seldom seen without a book in hand, be it in the privy, on the deck of his Sea Song, or whilst holding audience. Asha had oft seen him reading on his high seat beneath the silver scythes. He would listen to each case as it was laid before him, pronounce his judgment . . . and read a bit whilst his captain-of-guards went to bring in the next supplicant.

Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. Maybe pretending is how you get brave, I don't know. Let them call you Slayer, who cares?

This was not chivalrously done," said Brienne when they were close enough to see it clearly. "No true knight would condone such wanton butchery.

No, thought the dwarf, he plays the game of thrones, and you and Griff and Duck are only pieces, to be moved where he will and sacrificed at need, just as he sacrificed Viserys.

He was old enough to know that it was not truly him they shouted for—it was the harvest they cheered, it was Robb and his victories, it was his lord father and his grandfather and all the Starks going back eight thousand years.

But words in a book were one thing. The true test came in battle.

Bütün insanlar ölmek zorunda Jon Kar, ama önce ya?ayaca??z.

Slynt looked about the solar, at the other Eastwatch men. "Does this boy think I fell off a turnip wagon onto my head?

What good did it do you to be brave?

We'll have music, such sweet music, and wine, heh, the red will run, and we'll put some wrongs aright.

The world the Citadel is building has no place in it for sorcery or prophecy or glass candles, much less for dragons.

It is simpler for her, Catelyn thought with a pang of envy. She was like a man in that. For men the answer was always the same, and never farther away than the nearest sword. For a woman, a mother, the way was stonier and harder to know.

The skin was warm, blue veins branching like rivers beneath his pale translucent skin. Outside the greater rivers flowed, the Red Fork and the Tumblestone, and they would flow forever, but not so the rivers in her father's hand. Too soon that current would grow still.

Mantende sempre os vossos inimigos confusos. Se nunca estiverem seguros de quem sois ou do que quereis, não podem saber o que é provável fazerdes em seguida. Por vezes a melhor maneira de os confundir é fazer coisas que não têm nenhum fito, ou até que parecem jogar contra vós.

Robert wanted smiles and cheers, always, so he went where he found them, to his friends and his whores. Robert wanted to be loved. my brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved Sansa?" "Everyone want to be loved." "I see flowering hasn't made you any brighter," said Cersie. "Sansa, permit me to share a bit of womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. Love is a poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same

Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon. Dawn came cruel, a dagger of light.

And it's great to have all these readers and fans who, for the most part, are very nice people, saying they love the books and the TV show. But there are so many of them and it just doesn't end. Oh, and 'selfies'! If I could clap my hands and burn out every camera phone in the world, I swear I'd do it!

Death is not the worst thing," the kindly man replied. "It is His gift to us, an end to want and pain.

Viserys says he could sweep the Seven Kingdoms with ten thousand Dothraki screamers." Ser Jorah snorted. "Viserys could not sweep a stable with ten thousand brooms.

The best lies are seasoned with a bit of truth,

Her brother Rhaegar battling the Usurper in the bloody waters of the Trident and dying for the woman he loved.

Sweetness cloys. Tart fruit and tart women give life its savor.

She narrowed her eyes. "What is our heart's desire?" "Vengeance." His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening.