The truth will set us free. But freedom is cold and empty and frightening, and lies can often be warm and beautiful.

A bloody sword is a beautiful thing.

A craven can be as brave as any man, when there is nothing to fear. And we all do our duty, when there is no cost to it. How easy it seems then, to walk the path of honor. Yet soon or late in every man’s life comes a day when it is not easy,...

The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.

Jaime,” ela disse, puxando-lhe a orelha “querido, eu o conheço desde que era um bebê no colo de Joanna. Sorri como Gerion e luta como Tyg, e há um pouco de Kevan em você, caso contrário não usaria esse manto… Mas o filho de Tywin é Tyrion, não você. Certa vez, eu disse isso na...

Man wants to be the king o’ the rabbits, he best wear a pair o’ floppy ears.

If any man tries to stop us, cut him down.

Pourquoi ? demanda-t-il à l’armurier. Que suis-je pour eux ?— Un chevalier qui s’est souvenu de ses vœux.

Where the king goes, the realm follows-Catlyn Stark-

Half-truths are worth more than outright lies.

The storms come and go, the waves crash overhead, the big fish eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling. (Varys)

love was a surer route to the people’s loyalty than fear

Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. Fear cuts deeper than swords. The man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper...

His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

The man who fears losing has already lost.

He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.

She tried so hard to be brave, to be fierce as a wolverine and all, but sometimes she felt like she was just a little girl after all.

You wear your honor like a suit of armor… You think it keeps you safe, but all it does is weigh you down and make it hard for you to move.

A shy smile, strong arms, clever fingers, and two sure swords. What more could any woman want?

Why won’t they let me be? I just need to rest, that’s all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.

I can describe an axe entering a human skull in great explicit detail and no one will blink twice at it. I provide a similar description, just as detailed, of a penis entering a vagina, and I get letters about it and people swearing off. To my mind this is kind of frustrating, it’s madness....

Sex is sharing, you see, and it’s good to share with everyone. But the sharing has to be real and meaningful. That creates problems.

A man grows weary of having no lovers but his fingers.

There is no shame in loving.

One man on the wall is worth ten beneath it.

…if you dance with dragons, you must expect to burn.

The Bear and the Maiden FairA bear there was, a bear, a bear!All black and brown, and covered with hair!The bear! The bear!Oh, come, they said, oh come to the fair!The fair? Said he, but I’m a bear!All black, and brown, and covered with hair!And Down the road from here to there.From here! To There!Three...

We do not choose our destinies. Yet we must… we must do our duty, no? Great or small, we must do our duty.

He has lived with fisherfolk, worked with his hands, swum in rivers and mended nets and learned to wash his own clothes at need. He can fish and cook and bind up a wound, he knows what it is like to be hungry, to be hunted, to be afraid. Tommen has been taught that kingship...

Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.

The things I do for love.

Lord Varyls, I am growing strangely fond of you. I may kill you yet, but I think I’d feel sad about it.

Strike hard and true, crow, or I’ll come back and haunt you.

Oh yes, it hurts at times to be alone among the stars. But it hurts a lot more to be alone at a party. A lot more.

Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman’s hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What were my favorite foods? It all...

You cannot tame a dragon with a history lesson.

Nobody is a villain in their own story. We’re all the heroes of our own stories.

It is hard to look a hero when mounted on a pig.

In the closeness of the passage, the queen could smell the other woman’s perfume, a musky scent that spoke of moss and earth and wildflowers. Under it, she smelled ambition.

Shattered legs may heal in time, but some betrayals fester and poison the soul.

Wine makes all things possible.

Above him loomed a grotesque fat man […] His bedrobe was large enough to serve as a tourney pavilion, but its loosely knotted belt had come undone, exposing a huge white belly and a pair of heavy breasts that sagged like sacks of suet covered with coarse yellow hair.

I am told that removing the head from the body is often mortal.

worms have crawled up your nose and eaten your wits.

You can write the most detailed, vivid description of an ax entering a skull, and nobody will say a word in protest. But if you write a similarly detailed description of a penis entering a vagina, you get letters from people saying they’ll never read you again. What the hell? Penises entering vaginas bring a...

She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.

They’re both bungholes who think they’re too noble to shit,

Perhaps that is why the Starks have so little humor.

The little man gave the big one a look. One of his eyes was green, one was black, and both were cool.