There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.
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 storms come and go, the waves crash overhead, the big fish eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling. (Varys)
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.
I have taught my Margaery what comely is worth, I hope. Less than a mummer’s fart.
I am Thunder and Thunder is me, we are one beast, we are joined, we are one.
His sister liked to think of herself as Lord Tywin with teats, but she was wrong. Their father had been as relentless and implacable as a glacier, where Cercei was all wildfire, especially when thwart...
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.
So the wolfling is leaving his den to play among the lions, he said in a voice of quiet satisfaction.
Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.
If you die before you say her name, ser, I will hunt you through all seven hells. --Prince Oberyn of Dorne.
How could I not love him, after that? That is not to say that I approved of all he did, or much enjoyed the company of the man that he became... but every little girl needs a big brother to protect he...
Be certain, Catelyn told her son, or go home and take up that wooden sword again. You cannot afford to seem indecisive in front of men like Roose Bolton and Rickard Karstark. Make no mistake, Robb-the...
Always the wall, keeping him apart, this man who was a first-name friend to everyone and an intimate to none. And on it, it was almost as if there were a sign that read, THIS FAR YOU GO, and no furthe...
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...
Why won't they let me be? I just need to rest, that's all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.
Honey poured over thunder.
Worms have crawled up your nose and eaten your wits.
There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.
If I am ever Hand again, the first thing I'll do is hang all the singers, said Tyrion, too loudly.