Quotes About Martin

Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.

No godless man may sit the Seastone Chair!

And Winterfell … grey granite, oak and iron, crows wheeling around the towers, steam rising off the hot pools in the godswood, the stone kings sitting on their thrones … how could Winterfell be gone?

You are quick, for a dancing master, said Ser Meryn. You are slow, for a knight, Syrio replied.

If it's softer than the ground and has a roof over it, I call it a bed. Dolorous Edd sniffed the air. I smell dung.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

He has hands like two white spiders.

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

Most of my kin are bastards," [Tyrion] said with a wry smile, "but you're the first I've had to friend.

She saw a roof go up, flames licking at the belly of the night with hot orange tongues as the thatch caught.

When you're done drinking you'll tickle the innkeep to see where he keeps his gold. The way you always do.

I will say, I think it passing odd that I am loved by one for a kindness I never did, and reviled by so many for my finest act.

The evening's rain had woken a hundred sleeping smells and made them ripe and strong again

Sweetness cloys. Tart fruit and tart women give life its savor.