I have a hole where my heart should be, she thought, and nowhere else to go.
I have a gift for you, the dwarf said to Bran. Do you like to ride, boy? Maester Luwin came forward. My lord, the child has lost the use of his legs. He cannot sit a horse. Nonsense, said Lannister. W...
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 don't ever want t' leave this cave, Jon Snow. Not ever
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.
I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had.’ He turned to face the hall, that sea of pale faces. ‘I wish I had enough poison for you all. You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, y...
I can’t command you to be brave, but I can command you to hide your fears.
I arrived here a King’s Hand, riding through the gates at the head of my own sworn men, Tyrion reflected, and I leave like a rat scuttling through the dark, holding hands with a spider.
I am not going to get into it myself, except to say(1) if I am writing boy fiction, who are all those boys with breasts who keep turning up by the hundreds at my signings and readings?
How can I lose something I have never owned?
Hodor said only, Hodor. That was all he ever said.
Her nights were lit by distant stars and the shimmer of moonlight on snow, but every dawn she woke to darkness.
Her father said there was no shame in being afraid, only in showing your fear. All men live with fear, he said.
Her big hand wrapped tight around Oathkeeper. I will. And I will find the girl and keep her safe. For her lady mother's sake. And for yours.
He wished he’d been able to think of some rousing last words. Bugger you all was not like to earn him much of a place in the histories.
He never wanted love, though. You cannot eat love, nor buy a horse with it, nor warm your halls on a cold night.
He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.
He is going to die, Tyrion realized. He felt curiously calm, though pandemonium raged all about him. They were pounding Joff on the back again, but his face was only growing darker. Dogs were barking,...
He is fair of face and foul of heart.
He had found over the years that silence sometimes yielded more than questions. And so it was this time.