The sea is colder than a maiden and crueler than a whore.
The day is won [...] And yet you do not smile, boy. The living should smile, for the dead cannot.
Some allies are more dangerous than enemies.
So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm
Sleep is good, he said. And books are better.
She is not truly beautiful but something about her draws the eye.
Ser Arys was pleasant company abed, but wit and he were strangers. (Arianne Martell)
Salt a slug and shame a hero.
Robb says the man died bravely, but Jon says he was afraid.What do you think? his father asked.Bran thought about it. can a man still be brave if he's afraid?That is the only time a man can be brave,...
One-and-twenty sorts of birds, said Ser Kyle.One-and-twenty sorts of bird droppings, said Ser Maynard.You have no poetry in your heart, ser.You have shit upon your shoulder.
Life would be much simpler if men could fuck themselves, don't you agree?
Let his sword break and his shield shatter, Sansa thought coldly as she shoved out through the doors, let his courage fail him and every man desert him.
Lem glowered. Your lion friends ride into some village, take all the food and every coin they find, and call it foraging. the wolves as well, so why not us? no one robbed you, dog. You just been good...
Kill the boy and let the man be born.
It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.
I thank you for calling them off, young ser. I promise you, they would have found me indigestible.
I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?How else? Though not till I'm done reading.
I know that eggs do well to stay out of frying pans.
His strength, his speed, his valor, all his hard-won skill . . . it was worth less than a mummer’s fart, because he flinched from killing.
He will not be three forever. And winter is coming.