Quotes About Fantasy

For Phyllis who made me put dragons in

Dragons are fire made flesh.

Too many dragons are as dangerous as too few.

Dogs and wolves and lions, may the Others take them all.

George R.R. Martin

I wish it was all a dream. Then I could wake up.

Most of the stories you hear about dragons are fodder for fools.

Take me away, take me to the land of always-winter

George R.R. Martin

He might as well wish for another thousand men, and maybe a dragon or three.

She wanted to lose herself in the words, in other times and places

A fable from the Age of Heroes." The maester tsked. "You must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart.

Cersei wondered what it would feel like to kiss another woman. Not lightly on the cheek, as was common courtesy amongst ladies of high birth, but full upon the lips. Taena's lips were very full. She wondered what it would feel like to suckle on those breasts, to lay the Myrish woman on her back and push her legs apart and use her as a man would use her.

Oldtown waited for the dawn, and the coming of the dragons. And the dragons came.

Catelyn dreamt that Bran was whole again, that Arya and Sansa held hands, that Rickon was still a babe at her breast. Robb, crownless, played with a wooden sword, and when all were safe asleep, she found Ned in her bed, smiling

The dream was green, and the green dreams do not lie.

What is the song of ice and fire?" "It's no song I've ever heard.

Even dreams cannot live up here.

I am walking, he thought, exulting. Part of him knew that it was only a dream, but even the dream of walking was better than the truth of his bedchamber, walls and ceiling and door.

Cats never weep, she told herself, no more than wolves. It's just a stupid dream.

No hatchlings can hope to stand against Vermithor and Dreamfyre." "And Silverwing?" asked Rhaena. "Our sister—" "—had no part in this. I will not put her at risk." The Queen in the East smiled then. "She is Rhaenys and I am Visenya. I have never thought otherwise.

Bran was relieved . . . but disappointed too. So long as there was magic, anything could happen. Ghosts could walk, trees could talk, and broken boys could grow up to be knights. "But there isn't," he said aloud in the darkness of his bed. "There's no magic, and the stories are just stories." And he would never walk, nor fly, nor be a knight.

Might have punctured a lung, if he had a lung. Most trees don't, as a rule.

Se solo potessi portarla a Grande Inverno…donarle un fiore colto nei giardini vetrati, farla banchettare nella sala grande, mostrarle i re di pietra sui loro troni. Potremmo fare il bagno nelle sorgenti calde, e fare l'amore sotto il grande albero-cuore, con gli antichi dei a proteggerci".