George R. R. Martin

They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.

There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.

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 hound will die for you, but never lie to you. And he'll look you straight in the face.

she would die as she had lived, with an axe in her hand and a laugh upon her lips.

When we speak of the morrow nothing is ever certain.

Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?

Great wrongs have been done you, but the past is dust. The future may yet be won.

A bag of dragons buys a man's silence for a while, but a well-placed quarrel buys it forever.

A Lannister always pays his debts.

Why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones?

The years leech at a man's memories, even those he has vowed never to forget.

Can they love without a word for it?

So young," said Wyman Manderly, "Though mayhaps this was a blessing. Had he lived he would've grown up to be a Frey.

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

My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer and I have my mind...and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone if it is to keep its edge. That's why I read so much Jon Snow.

Now you know " the crow whispered as it sat on his shoulder. "Now you know why you must live." "Why " Bran said not understanding falling falling. "Because winter is coming.

They say it grows so cold up here in winter that a man’s laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death,” Ned said evenly. “Perhaps that is why the Starks have so little humor.

Tyrion Lannister could not have been more astonished if Aegon the Conqueror himself had burst into the room, riding on a dragon and juggling lemon pies.

The Beauty raised her eyes, the only part of her that was truly beautiful.