Quotes About George

But prominent families, often forget a simple truth, I've found. Knowledge is power.

Now here is a riddle," Melisandre said. "A clever fool and a foolish wise man.

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.

his voice was like the cracking of ice on a winter lake, and the words were mocking

Why, that is why the gods made whores for imps like me.

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

Some men had faces that cried out for a beard. Ser Clayton's face cried out for an axe between the eyes.

I remember, Sam. I still remember." He was not making sense. "Remember what?" "Dragons," Aemon whispered. "The grief and glory of my House, they were.

Is that a crow I hear, calling the raven black?

Only a fool would ever claim she was more beautiful than I. The world was full of fools, however.

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.

Maybe it's the rogue in me, the part of me that loves to color outside the lines, but the truth is, I don't have much respect for genre barriers.

The third wed the Lord of the Paps, but proved barren.

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!

He has hands like two white spiders.

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.

Words are wind, and the wind that blows exiles across the narrow sea seldom blows them back. That

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,