Jon wanted nothing more. No, he had to tell himself, those days are gone. The realization twisted in his belly like a knife. They had chosen him to rule. The Wall was his, and their...

As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings...

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

Some writers enjoy writing, I am told. Not me. I enjoy having written.

Men come and go. They lie, or die, or leave you.

For men, the answer was always the same and never farther away than the nearest sword. For a woman, a mother, the way was stonier and harder to know.

A fair bargain leaves both sides unhappy.

No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.

Make no choice, and you have chosen. Failure to decide, because you lack the right, is itself a decision, First Councilor. In abstaining, you vote.

No one has ever died of restlessness, but rashness is another matter. We’ve planted seeds, let them grow.

The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.

The pale sword came shivering through the air

Begging for help never gets you any.

Men’s lives have meaning, not their deaths.

Tyrion let the eunuch help him mount. “Lord Varys,” he said from the saddle, “sometimes I feel as though you are the best friend I have in King’s Landing and sometimes I feel you are...

He was a bee in a stone honeycomb, and someone had cut off his wings.

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

Beware men with cold hearts and blue lips.

Give me sweet lies, and keep your bitter truths.

A hedge knight must hold tight to his pride. Without it, he was no more than a sellsword

Terrible times breed terrible things, my lord.

Wine makes all things possible.

Stay that way. Love is madness, and lust is poison.

Nothing burns like the cold.

The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.

Mes visi bijome. Jei nebijotume, būtume kvailiai.

She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.

Remember Old Nan’s stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.

Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both.

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.

Ser Cleos looked like a weasel, fought like a goose, and had the courage of an especially brave ewe.

They laughed at him, but they didn’t know, they didn’t know about all the nice things he had. No one knew. No one. Only someday he’d see somebody different, somebody to give his things to,...

If you die before you say her name, ser, I will hunt you through all seven hells.” –Prince Oberyn of Dorne.

This is no toy”, he told her. “Be careful you don’t cut yourself. The edges are sharp enough to shave with.””Girls don’t shave,” Arya said”Maybe they should. Have you ever seen the septa’s legs?

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

I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don’t tell me to leave.

Writing is like sausage making in my view; you’ll all be happier in the end if you just eat the final product without knowing what’s gone into it.

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.

Not a queen,” said Dany. “A khaleesi.

Small men oft feel a need to prove their courage with unseemly boasts,” he declared. “I doubt if he could kill a duck.”Tyrion shrugged. “Fetch the duck.

A son for a son, heh. But that’s a grandson…and he never was much use.” –Walder Frey

The day my father came to claim me, my mother did not wish for me to go. ‘She is a girl,’ she said, ‘and I do not think that she is yours. I had a...

Ten years from now, no one is going to care how quickly the books came out. The only thing that will matter, the only thing anyone will remember, is how good they were. That’s my...

All sorts of people are calling themselves kings these days.

You cannot tame a dragon with a history lesson.

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