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

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

Every flight begins with a fall

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

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle Earth.

My brother is undoubtedly arrogant,” Tyrion Lannister replied. “My father is the soul of avarice, and my sweet sister Cersei lusts for power with every waking breath. I, however, am innocent as a little lamb....

Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.

It was a cruel fate, Yet not so cruel as Mago’s will be. I promise you that, by the old gods and the new, by the lamb god and the horse god and every god...

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...

The unseen enemy is always the most fearsome.

I am walking, he thought, exulting. Part of him knew that it was only a dream, but even the dream of walking was better than the truth of his bedchamber, walls and ceiling and door.

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

You are your mother’s trueborn son of Lannister.””Am I?” the dwarf replied, sardonic. “Do tell my lord father. My mother died birthing me, and he’s never been sure.””I don’t even know who my mother was,”...

Let them see that their words can cut you, and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name, take it, make it your own. Then they can’t hurt...

He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.

Look at me!” he would shout as he ran laughing through the halls of Storm’s End. “Look at me, I’m a dragon,” or “Look at me, I’m a wizard,” or “Look at me, look at...

Words are winds.

I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within...

If every woman had a direwolf, men would be much sweeter.

Audros pasiaučia ir nurimsta, virš galvos dūžta bangos, didelės žuvys ryja mažas, o aš ir toliau iriuosi.

Of course you know him. Everyone knows a pear-shaped man.

The pale pink light of dawn sparkled on branch and leaf and stone. Every blade of grass was carved from emerald, every drip of water turned to diamond. Flowers and mushrooms alike wore coats of...

What sort of gods make rats and plagues and dwarfs?

Half-truths are worth more than outright lies.

Oh, my sweet summer child,” Old Nan said quietly, “what do you know of fear?Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feetdeep and the ice wind comes howling...

There is no shame in loving.

I have more concern for my nephew’s welfare than for Lannister pride.

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.

When I see what honesty and honor have won you, I understand why.

I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one.

Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next.

We’re all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.

It’s death and destruction I want to bring down upon House Lannister, not scorn. Jon said.

Curiosity is my great vice. I fear you have seen through to the heart of me, and now seek to exploit my weakness

There are worse ways to die than warm and drunk.

There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.

It all goes back and back,” Tyrion thought, “to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own...

yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.

Olenna: Margaery, you’re clever, be a dear and tell your poor old half-daft grandmother the name of that queer fish from the Summer Isles that puffs up to ten times its own size when you...

An ugly smile. An ugly soul.

all men carry murder in their hearts, yet even so, the poisoner is beneath contempt.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon...

Surely the Gods did not bring me safe through fire and sea only to kill me with a flux.

A dozen great fires raged under the city walls, where casks of burning pitch had exploded, but the wildfire reduced them to no more than candles in a burning house, their orange and scarlet pennons...

…How would you like to die, Tyrion son of Tywin?””In my own bed, with a belly full of wine and a maiden’s mouth around my cock, at the age of eighty,” he replied.

Let them mock, Bran thought. No one mocked him in his bedchamber, but he would not live his life in bed.

And if I’m guilty of having gratuitous sex, then I’m also guilty of having gratuitous violence, and gratuitous feasting, and gratuitous description of clothes, and gratuitous heraldry, because very little of this is necessary to...

Egg has the truth of it. Aerion’s quite the monster. He thinks he’s a dragon in human form, you know. That’s why he was so wroth at that puppet show. A pity he wasn’t born...

But words in a book were one thing. The true test came in battle.

You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she sighed, dying.