George R. R. Martin

I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.

Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms so tightly that he would never come to harm.

I was born in Bayonne, New Jersey. I grew up in the projects. I never went anywhere. But I have lived a thousand lives and I’ve loved a thousand loves. I’ve walked on distant worlds and seen the end of time. Because I read.

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

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.

What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves.

A lord may love the men that he commands, but he cannot be a friend to them. One day he may need to sit in judgement on them, or send them forth to die.

I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I'm so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that's all....a day.....an hour.

Every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is old.

He never wanted love, though. You cannot eat love, nor buy a horse with it, nor warm your halls on a cold night.

The world is full of cravens who pretended to be heroes.

You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you.

When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.

"Come at once," she had written to him. "Help me. Save me. I need you now as I have never needed you before. I love you. I love you. I love you. Come at once"

When a man was hurt you took him to the maester, but what could you do when your maester was hurt?

When treating with liars, even an honest man must lie.

It was astonishing to see how angry Cersei could wax over accusations she knew perfectly well to be true.

Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints - the ground's too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do.

There are no heroes...in life, the monsters win.

You were made to be kissed, often and well.

It seemed cruel for a day to dawn so fair and end so foul as this one promised to.