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His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.

Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.

I have been despised by better men than you.

I am not going to get into it myself, except to say (1) if I am writing "boy fiction," who are all those boys with breasts who keep turning up by the hundreds at my signings and readings? and (2) thank you, geek girls! I love you all.

Sure, I knew the differences between a space opera and a hard-boiled detective story and a historical novel...but I never cared about such differences. It seemed to me, then as now, that there are good stories and bad stories, and that was the only distinction that truly mattered.

When I sleep I turn into a wolf. Bran turned his face away and looked back out into the night. Do wolves dreams?

She has the blood of a wolf," said Joffrey. "And you have the wits of a goose," said Tyrion.

why is the world so full of pain and injustice ? » « Because of men like you. » « There are no 'men like me'. There's only me. »

Bring on your storm, my lord-and recall, if you do, the name of this castle"-Ser Courtnay Penrose at Storm's End.

So spare me your envy. It was the gods who neglected to give you a cock, not me.

One of your northmen hit me with a morningstar during the battle on the Green Fork. I escaped him by falling off my horse. (Tyrion)

He wants you to smile and smell sweet and be his lady love. He wants to hear you recite all your pretty little words the way the septa taught you. He wants you to love him... and fear him.

Is that gallantry I smell, or just stupidity? The two scents are much alike, as I recall.

Without honor, a knight is no more than a common killer. It is better to die with honor than to live without it.

If she pops out sons the way she pops in tarts, the Dreadfort will soon be overrun with Boltons.

Ser Arys was pleasant company abed, but wit and he were strangers. (Arianne Martell)

but I am running to and you are running from, and there's a world of difference there.

If there were ghosts in Harrenhal, they never troubled her. It was the living men she feared.

No godless man may sit the Seastone Chair!

Oysters, clams, and cockles were cat's magic words, and like all good magic words they could take her almost anywhere.

How long has it been since you've eaten? My faith is all the nourishment I need. Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.

I was a lot better at starting stories than I was at finishing them.

George R.R. Martin

I think he is a giant among us, here at the end of the world.