I confess, I do not understand what there is in her to make a clever man like you act such a fool.You might, if you were not a eunuch.Is that the way of it? A man may have wits, or a bit of meat betwe...
Dragons are fire made flesh.
You ought to be blowing me kisses, wench.
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.
If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice?''Because of men like you.
I know I want you, he heard himself say, all his vows and his honor all forgotten. She stood before him naked as her name day, and he was as hard as the rock around them. He had been in her half a hun...
Your brother Jaime keeps losing battles. He gave Sansa an angry look, as if it were her fault. He’s been taken by the Starks and we’ve lost Riverrun and now her stupid brother is calling himself a kin...
What sort of gods make rats and plagues and dwarfs?
Tyrion felt the heat rise in him. It was not my dagger, he insisted. How many times must I swear to that? Lady Stark, whatever you may believe of me, I am not a stupid man. Only a fool would arm a com...
There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.
There are too many steps in this castle, and it seems to me they add a few every night, just to vex me - Maester Cressen
The comic book is not the book. the graphic novel is not the novel. The same, of course, is true of films and television. When we move a story from one medium to another, no matter how faithful we att...
Why do the Gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?
I have taught my Margaery what comely is worth, I hope. Less than a mummer’s fart.
Go Ahead, call me all the names you want, Sansa said airily. You won't dare when I'm married to Joffrey. You'll have to bow and call me Your Grace. She shrieked as Arya flung the orange across the tab...
A wise man did not pour wildfire on a brazier. Instead he poured a fresh cup of wine.
She cried out. She would have a fresh bruise there by the time she went to sleep, somewhere out at sea. she told herself, Syrio stepped back. You are dead now. Arya made a face. You cheated, she sai...
The vilest of men and the wickedest of women likewise may do good from time to time, for love and compassion and pity may be found in even the blackest of hearts.
The bathhouse had been thick with the steam rising off the water and Jaime had come walking through that mist naked as his name day, looking half a corpse and half a god., she remembered, blushing.
Silver’s sweet and gold’s our mother, but once you’re dead they’re worth less than that last shit you take as you lie dying.