Tudo o que desejava era que as coisas fossem agradáveis e bonitas, como eram nas canções.
Trust no one. And keep your dragon close.
Trust is earned. Like gold.
Trueborn children are made in a marriage bed and blessed by the Father and the Mother, but bastards are born of lust and weakness.
To go north, you must journey south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward you must go back, and to touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow.
Till the rest of his days were done, Abner Marsh remembered that moment, that first look into the eyes of Joshua York.
Though Roose had been in battles, he bore no scars. Though well past forty, he was as yet unwrinkled, with scarce a line to tell of the passage of time.
Those pissing contests are how lords judge one another’s strength, and woe to any man who shows his weakness. A woman must needs piss twice as hard, if she hopes to rule. And
Those are brave men, he told Ser Balon in admiration. Let's go kill them.
They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, t...
They are boys drunk on song and story, and like all boys, they think themselves immortal.
There is entirely too much tut-tutting in this realm, if you ask me.
There are no men like me. There's only me
The world is full of horrors, Tommen. You can fight them, or laugh at them, or look without seeing...
The wind cut like a knife up here, and shrilled in the night like a mother mourning her slain children.
The way the world is made. The truth is all around you, plain to behold. The night is dark and full of terrors, the day bright and beautiful and full of hope. One is black, the other white. There is i...
The waves may break upon the mountain, yet still they come, wave upon wave, and in the end only pebbles remain where once the mountain stood. And soon even the pebbles are swept away, to be ground ben...
The smell of food made him realize how ravenous he was. There was hot bread and honey, a bowl of pease porridge, a skewer of roast onions and well-charred meat. He sat by the tray, pulled apart the br...
The septons preach the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who's been burned knows what hell is truly like.
The red priestess shuddered. Blood trickled down her thigh, black and smoking. The fire was inside her, an agony, an ecstasy, filling her, searing her, transforming her. Shimmers of heat traced patter...