You each name yourself king, yet the kingdom bleeds and no one lefts a sword to defend it but my son.
I could keep you safe, he rasped. They're all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I'd kill them -Sandor Clegane
Who do you think our champion will be today? Have you seen Mace Tyrell's boy? The Knight of Flowers, they call him. Now there's a son any man would be proud to own to. Last tourney, he dumped the King...
The Father made men curious, some say to test our faith. It is my own abiding sin that whenever I come upon a door I must needs see what lies upon the farther side, but certain doors are best left uno...
Let no man think that the fire of the Targaryens did not burn in his veins.
Be careful you don't cut yourself. The edges are sharp enough to shave with.''Girls don't shave', Arya said.'Maybe they should. Have you ever seen the septa's legs?
A twisted spine condemned him to walk with a limp, but as he said famously, I do not limp when I read, nor when I write.
But they were all dead now, even Arya, everyone but her half-brother, Jon. Some nights she heard talk of him, in the taverns and brothels of the Ragman's Harbor. The Black Bastard of the wall, one man...
Jon wanted nothing more. , he had to tell himself, . The realization twisted in his belly like a knife. They had chosen him to rule. The Wall was his, and their lives were his as well. he could hear...
It's dangerous being free, but most come to like the taste o' it,
I am a hollow shell, the crab's died, there's nothing left inside. Don't they know that?
I will remember, Your Grace, said Sansa, though she had always heard that love was a surer route to the people's loyalty than fear. If I am ever a queen, I'll make them love me.
We are one. Man, horse, lance, we are one beast of blood and wood and iron.
If you need help bark like a dog. - Gendry. That's stupid. If I need help I'll shout help. - Arya
They call me Baelon the Brave, the prince told his wife at her bedside, but I would sooner fight a dozen battles than do what you’ve just done.
Begging for help never gets you any.
Prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is... and then her teeth snap shut and your...
That’s no law, just a sword. Happens I got one too.
Bran knew that men slept on top of women when they shared a bed. Sleeping under Lord Manderly would be like sleeping under a fallen horse, he imagined.
Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.