I’m not an owl, said Arya. I’m a wolf. I’ll howl.
It was a hollow victory they gave me. A crown...it was the girl I prayed them for. Your sister, safe... and mine again as she was meant to be. I ask you, Ned, what good is it to wear a crown?
History is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again.
Cats never weep, she told herself, no more than wolves. It's just a stupid dream.
Can you drown in grief? She turned away sharply, angry with her own frailty. She had no time for the luxury of self-pity.
Before he had lost his sight, the maester had loved books as much as Samwell Tarly did. He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another wor...
And who are you, the proud Lord saidthat I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat,that's all the truth I know.In a coat of gold or a coat of red,a lion still has claws.And, mine are as long a...
A long time ago, she remembered her father saying that when the cold winds blow the lone wolf dies and the pack survives.
Grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds.
Nobody is a villain in their own story. We're all the heroes of our own stories.
The lord of light made the sun and moon and stars to light our day, and gave us fire to keep the night at bay.
Shaga: How would you like to die, little man?Tyrion: In my bed, at the age of eighty with a belly full of wine and a woman's mouth around my cock.
Yet the higher a man climbs the further he has to fall.
Tyrion looked pointedly at his right hand. Why, I have steel in my hand, Ser Allister, although it appears to be a crab fork. Shall we duel? He hopped up on his chair and began poking at Thorne’s ches...
The gods made our bodies as well as our souls, is it not so? They give us voices, so we might worship them with song. They give us hands, so we might build them temples. And they give us desire, so we...
Politicians were mostly people who'd had too little morals and ethics to stay lawyers.
Oak and iron, guard me well, or else I'm dead, and doomed to hell.
Not all risks lead to ruin.
Let them see that their words can cut you and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name, take it, make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.
Let them mock, Bran thought. No one mocked him in his bedchamber, but he would not live his life in bed.