In this light she could almost be a beauty, he thought. In this light she could almost be a knight. - Jaime
In the cool weak light the nightflames all had died, and the silent streets echoed death and desolation. Worlorn’s day. Yet it was twilight.
In his youth, Jon Connington had shared the disdain most knights had for bowmen, but he had grown wiser in exile.
In a swordfight, a man's surest defense is the swift stroke that slays his foe, not cringing behind a shield.
In a heartbeat, a thousand voices took up the chant. King Joffrey and King Robb and King Stannis were forgotten, and King Bread ruled alone. Bread. they clamored. Bread, Bread!
If you would wed, wed. If not, take your pleasure where you find it. There's little enough of it in this world. - Oberyn
If the fire was too hot, you could hardly keep the pudding from scorching by tossing a handful of raisins in the pot.
If I pray nicely, will the Father give me a new hand?No. But the Warrior will give you courage, the Smith will lend you strength, and the Crone will give you wisdom.It's a hand I need.
If I die, I die friendless and abandoned. What choice did that leave him, but to live?
I was a lot better at starting stories than I was at finishing them.
I think life is a jape. Yours, mine, everyone's
I remember a man throwing me in the air when I was very little. He stands as tall as the sky, and he throws me up so high it feels as though I'm flying. We're both laughing, laughing so much that I co...
I must not sleep. If he slept, he might dream.
I heard a Lannister always pays his debts.Oh, every penny....but never a groat more. You'll get the meal you bargained for, but it won't be sauced with gratitude, and in the end it will not nourish yo...
I have made kings and unmade them. Sansa Stark is my last chance for honor.
I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon.
I hate your stupid stories. The old woman smiled at him toothlessly.My stories? No, my little lord, not mine. The stories are, before me and after me, before you too.
I dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple serpents in her hair, venom dripping from their fangs. And later I dreamt that maid again, slaying a savage giant in a castle built of snow.
I dreamed of you and a dead dragon, Egg's brother Daeron said to him. A great beast, huge, with wings so large they could cover this meadow. It had fallen on top of you, but you were alive and the dra...
I do solemnly proclaim Tyrion of House Lannister and Sansa of House Stark to be man and wife, one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever, and cursed be the one who comes between them.