Winter is coming.
Sometimes the storm winds blow so strong a man has no choice but to furl his sails.
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 vagina, you...
No one has ever died of restlessness, but rashness is another matter. We've planted seeds, let them grow.
Why? he asked Pate. What am I to them?A knight who remembered his vows, the smith said.
The Red Keep shelters two sorts of people, Lord Eddard, Varys said. Those who are loyal to the realm, and those who are loyal only to themselves.
Pissing is the least of my talents. You ought to see me shit
If I could pray with my cock, I'd be much more religious
A man grows weary of having no lovers but his fingers.
In King's Landing there are two sorts of people; the players and the pieces.
A toad grows wings and thinks he's a bloody dragon.
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 main concern, and alw...
Time is different for a tree than for a man. Sun and soil and water, these are the things a weirwood understands, not days and years and centuries. For men, time is a river. We are trapped in its flow...
Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
All kings must be butchers or meat.
The ground was so far below him, he could barely make it out through the grey mists that whirled around him, but he could feel how fast he was falling, and he knew what was waiting for him down there....
The day will come when you need them to respect you, even fear you a little. Laughter is poison to fear.
The city? Tyrion was lost. What city would that be?King's Landing. I am sending you to court. It was the last thing Tyrion Lannister would ever have anticipated. He reached for his wine, considered fo...
Sweetness cloys. Tart fruit and tart women give life its savor.
I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind… and a mind needs books as a sword needs...