One of the great things about books is you can afford to do anything.
George R. R. MartinRead
When a man was hurt you took him to the maester, but what could you do when your maester was hurt?
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the limitations of seeking help when those who typically provide help are themselves in need.
This quote from George R. R. Martin presents a profound dilemma where the traditional sources of healing or wisdom, represented by the 'maester', are incapacitated. It invites reflection on the nature of dependence and the crisis that arises when those we rely on for support are unable to fulfill their roles, ultimately underscoring the fragility of human connections and the vulnerability of organized systems of care.
In practice
During a discussion on healthcare, this quote can illustrate the challenges faced when practitioners are overburdened or unwell.
One of the great things about books is you can afford to do anything.
I hate outlines. I have a broad sense of where the story is going; I know the end, I know the end of the principal characters, and I know the major turning points and events from the books, the climaxes for each book, but I don't necessarily know each twist and turn along the way. That's something I discover in the course of writing and that's what makes writing enjoyable. I think if I outlined comprehensively and stuck to the outline the actual writing would be boring.
There is only one god and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: βNot today.
I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had.β He turned to face the hall, that sea of pale faces. βI wish I had enough poison for you all. You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, yet there it is. I am innocent, but I will get no justice here.
But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes, and she remembered what Lord Petyr had said to her, here in this very hall. 'Life is not a song, sweetling,' he'd told her, 'You may learn that one day to your sorrow.' In life, the monsters win, she told herself.
I write from this tight third-person viewpoint, where each chapter is seen through the eyes of one individual character. When I'm writing that character, I become that character and identify with that character.
Hardly a pure science, history is closer to animal husbandry than it is to mathematics in that it involves selective breeding. The principal difference between the husbandryman and the historian is that the former breeds sheep or cows or such and the latter breeds (assumed) facts. The husbandryman uses his skills to enrich the future, the historian uses his to enrich the past. Both are usually up to their ankles in bullshit.
Neither a Fortress nor a Maidenhead will hold out long after they begin to parley.
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
Harmony comes gradually to a pilot and his plane. The wing does not want so much to fly true as to tug at the hands that guide it; the ship would rather hunt the wind than lay her nose to the horizon far ahead. She has a derelict quality in her character; she toys with freedom and hints at liberation, but yields her own desires gently.
Money dignifies what is frivolous if unpaid for.
In the evening of life we shall be judged on love, and not one of us is going to come off very well, and were it not for my absolute faith in the loving forgiveness of my Lord I could not call on him to come.
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