Quotes About R.R. Martin

a man who hates music can't be trusted, I always say.

The success that the Tolkien books had redefined modern fantasy.

I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool.

The wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.

If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice?' 'Because of men like you.

I have been despised by better men than you.

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. »

he counts to ten as quick as any man, I have seen him do it... though when he needs to go to twenty he does take off his boots.

Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done, the Dornishman's taken my life, But what does it matter, for all men must die, and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!

Mercy, thought Theon as Luwin dropped back. There's a bloody trap. Too much and they call you weak, too little and you're monstrous.

Never wound a foe when you can kill him. Dead men don't claim vengeance.

it was well known among rivermen that having a preacher and a gray mare on board was an invitation to disaster.

Barefoot surefoot lightfoot, she sang under her breath. I am the ghost in Harrenhal.

That is a sexist and, if I may dare say so, ungallant slander upon the fair sex, and I am astonished to hear it coming from your mouth.

Half of the Ullers are half-mad, the saying went, and the other half are worse.

I used to think that it got cold up in the Dornish Marches. What did I know?" Nothing, thought Jon Snow, the same as me.

Stannis Baratheon turned away from the window, and the ghosts who moved upon the southern sea.

Mia moglie? Che gli Estranei se la portino alla dannazione!

My queen? You have a strange look in your eyes. Are you unwell? I was just... remembering.

the fine stitching and well-carded wool of his supposedly unobtrusive cloak making him stand out like blood on a wedding dress.

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,

Misery loves company, as someone unbearably trite said once.

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