Quotes About Martin

If I took it away, no doubt I'd find a morningstar hidden under your pillow within a fortnight. Try not to stab your sister, whatever the provocation.

What do you like to do?" She scuffed a toe amongst the rushes. "Needlework." "Very restful, isn't it?" "Well," said Arya, "not the way I do it.

Tyrion Lannister was bundled in furs so thickly he looked like a very small bear

You'll be sewing all through winter. When the spring thaw comes, they will find your body with a needle still locked tight between your frozen fingers.

I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health.

I seldom fling children off the tops of towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.

George R.R. Martin

If you need help bark like a dog." - Gendry. "That's stupid. If I need help I'll shout help." - Arya

It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.

Bronn himself, who'd only smiled that insolent dark smile of his and afterward said, "They'll kill for that knighthood, but don't ever think they'll die for it." Tyrion had no such delusion.

When I know the truth, I must go to Robert. And pray that he is the man I think he is, he finished silently, and not the man I fear he has become.

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.

Jon: Have you seen the wall? | Sam: I'm fat, not blind.

These Kingsguard knights are as useless as nipples on a breastplate.

That night the wind was howling almost like a wolf and there were some real wolves off to the west giving it lessons.

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?

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.

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.

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.