—Hay muchas cosas que no comprendo —reconoció Davos—. Nunca he dicho lo contrario. Sé de ríos y de mares, de la forma de las costas y dónde acechan las rocas en los bajíos. Sé de calas secretas en las...
Your Grace, he said, when he and Cersei were alone, I was wondering. Are you drunk, or merely stupid?
You will never walk again, Bran, the pale lips promised, but you will fly.
You were made to be kissed, often and well.
You never knew Lyanna as well as I did Robert, you saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath
You look very elegant today, my lord.I'm wounded. I strive to look elegant every day. - Tyrion & Littlefinger
You know the words, but you are too proud to serve. A servant must be humble and obedient.
You disappoint me, Arianne.Said the crow to the raven. You have been disappointing me for years, Father.
You are in difficulty, she observed.
You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions, or dragons, or eagles.
Woman, you bray like an ass, and make no more sense.Woman? Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man.
Why do you read so much?I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind… and a mind needs...
Whore! someone cried out. A woman's voice. Women were always the cruelest where other women were concerned.
Wherever she looked, she saw fires. They covered the earth like fallen stars, and like the stars there was no end to them.
When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.
When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, the best thing to do is close your eyes and get on with it
When I was a boy, I dreamt that I could fly, he announced. When I woke, I couldn’t … or so the maester said. But what if he lied?
What the King dreams, the Hand builds.
What grasses the horses had left was heavy with dew, as if some passing god had scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth.
What can you say about pain?Words can trace only the shadow of the thing itself. The reality of hard, sharp physical pain is like nothing else, and it is beyond language. The world is too much with us...