Quotes from George R.R. Martin

When I commented that you seemed a poor sort of monster, your sister said, 'He killed my mother,' and twisted your little cock so hard I thought she was like to pull it off. You shrieked, but it was only when your brother Jaime said, 'Leave him be, you're hurting him,' that Cersei let go of you. 'It doesn't matter,' she told us. 'Everyone says he's like to die soon. He shouldn't even have lived this long.'

Firelight gleamed golden in the stiff whiskers that framed Lord Tywin's face. A vein pulsed in his neck, but he did not speak. And did not speak. And did not speak.

Godless? Why, Aeron, I am the godliest man ever to raise sail! You serve one god, Damphair, but I have served ten thousand. From Ib to Asshai, when men see my sails, they pray.

A todos nos hace falta que se burlen de nosotros de cuando en cuando, lord Mormont. De lo contrario, empezamos a tomarnos demasiado en serio. Tyrion Lannister

the higher a man climbs the farther he has to fall.

When I don't fancy a man's eyes, I put an arrow through one.

Alysanne would like that," the king said. "She enjoys the company of clever women.

The woman's finally taken note of your charms." "No," Tyrion said. "No, the woman is hatching something.

When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground

Expect nothing of Walder Frey, and you will never be surprised.

Ned closed his eyes and opened them; it made no difference. He slept and woke and slept again. He did not know which was more painful, the waking or the sleeping.

Another day done"—he would sigh—"and who knows what the morrow will bring us, eh, Dunk?

My Throne is made from the swords of my enemies.

How they loved to promise heads, these men who would be king.

In this world the weak are the victims of the strong.

A sword's a sword, a helm's a helm, and if you reach in the fire you get burned, no matter who you're serving.

Her nights were lit by distant stars and the shimmer of moonlight on snow, but every dawn she woke to darkness.

There's no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it. Come, I'll help you gather up the maps.

And a good thing." Davos gestured at the distant lights flickering along the walls of Storm's End. "Feel how cold the wind is? The guards will huddle close to those torches. A little warmth, a little light, they're a comfort on a night like this. Yet that will blind them, so they will not see us pass... The god of darkness protects us now, my lady. Even you.

And to Rhaego son of Drogo, the stallion who will mount the world, to him I also pledge a gift. To him I will give this iron chair his mother's father sat in. I will give him Seven Kingdoms. I, Drogo, khal, will do this thing.

Dany had no wish to reduce King's Landing to a blackened ruin full of unquiet ghosts. She had supped enough on tears. I want to make my kingdom beautiful, to fill it with fat men and pretty maids and laughing children. I want my people to smile when they see me ride by, the way Viserys said they smiled for my father.

You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions or dragons or eagles. I can take you to a real lion, my little friend. The prince keeps a pride in his menagerie. Would you like to share a cage with them?

The brave man slays with a sword, the craven with a wineskin. We are both kingslayers, ser.

When the three of them stepped off the ferry on the north bank, a drunken camp follower offered to pleasure Strongboar with her mouth. "Here, pleasure my friend," Ser Lyle said, shoving her toward Ser Ilyn. Laughing, the woman moved to kiss Payne on the lips, then saw his eyes and shrank away.