I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.
I heard of a man who had a razor made of Valyrian steel. He cut his head off trying to shave.
I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the r...
How long has it been since you've eaten?My faith is all the nourishment I need.Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.
Hodor, said Hodor.
He won the war on the battlefield and lost it in a bedchamber, poor fool.
He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.
He is not my father. The thought leapt unbidden to Jon's mind. Lord Eddard Stark is my father. I will not forget him, no matter how many swords they give me. Yet he could scarcely tell Lord Mormont th...
He is a man of the Night's Watch, She thought, as he sang about some stupid lady throwing herself off some stupid tower because her stupid prince was dead. The lady should go kill the ones who killed...
Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.
Give me priests who are fat and corrupt and cynical,(...) the sort who like to sit on soft satin cushions, nibble sweetmeats, and diddle little boys. It's the ones who believe in gods who make the tro...
Fear cuts deeper than swords. The man who fears losing has already lost.
Family, Duty, Honor,
Every battle is a gamble, Snow. The man who does nothing also takes a risk.
El corazón miente y la mente engaña, pero los ojos ven. Mira con los ojos. Escucha con los oídos. Saborea con la boca. Huele con la nariz. Siente con la piel. Y no pienses hasta después, y así sabrás...
Dunk the lunk, thick as a castle wall.
Dragons old and young, true and false, bright and dark. And you. A small man with a big shadow, snarling in the midst of all.
Dracarys.
Does this mud look like shit to you? Could it be that this whole hill is made ofCraster‟s shit?Jon smiled. Well, I hear he's been here a long time,...
Does he think to scare me? Arya kissed him where his nose should be and plucked the grave worm from his eye to eat it, but it melted like a shadow in her hand. The yellow skull was melting too, and th...