It is better to be seen as cruel than foolish.
It is being common-born that is dangerous, when the great lords play their game of thrones.
In the darkness all the gods were strangers.
I'm not him, I'm not the turncloak, he died at Winterfell. My name is Reek, It rhymes with freak
I'm not an owl. I'm a wolf. I'll howl. -Arya Stark
I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart wa...
I have climbed these steps so often I know each one by name.
I have been many things, Bran. Now I am as you see me, and now you will understand why I could not come to you … except in dreams. I have watched you for a long time, watched you with a thousand eyes...
I am doing the right thing, he told himself, so why do I feel so bad?
I am Cersei of House Lannister, a lion of the Rock, the rightful queen of these Seven Kingdoms, trueborn daughter of Tywin Lannister. And hair grows back.
How can I do my duty if I do not know where it lies?
His stomach could not tolerate the snails and lampreys and other rich food Captain Khorane so relished, and after his first meal at the captain’s table he spent the rest of the day with one end or the...
His desire was as deep and boundless as the sea, but when the tide receded, the rocks of shame and guilt thrust up as sharp as ever. Sometimes the waves would cover them, but they remained beneath the...
He has a song, the man replied. He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.
Have you noticed that the rain stopped the instant I had a roof above me? It will start again now that I'm back out.
Gorghan of Old Ghis once wrote that a 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......
Foolish woman, will holding it secret in your heart make it any less true? If you never tell, never speak of it, will it become only a dream, less than a dream, a nightmare half-remembered? Oh, if onl...
Even now, long days later, the memory filled him with a bitter rage. All his life Tyrion had prided himself on his cunning, the only gift the gods had seen fit to give him, and yet this seven-times-da...
Even a hedge knight has his honor.
And then the years were gone, and he was back at Winterfell once more, wearing a quilted leather coat in place of mail and plate. His sword was not made of wood, and it was Robb who stood facing him,...