Bitter old women with a taste for blood. Women do not forget. Women do not forgive.
Better to mock the game than to play and lose.
Better to die a knight than live like that.
Because it will not last, Catelyn answered, sadly. Because they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.
Bastard children were born from lust and lies, men said; their nature was wanton and treacherous. — Jon Snow
At the Trident, those brave men Viserys spoke of who died beneath our dragon banners - did they give their lives because they believed in Rhaegar's cause, or because they had been bought and paid for?...
At night Tyrion would oft hear her praying. A waste of words. If there are gods to listen, they are monstrous gods who torment us for their sport. Who else would make a world like this, so full of bon...
Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used against you
Are you certain they never cut your member off? Tormund gave a shrug, as if to say he would never understand such madness. Well, you are a free man now, but if you will have the girl, best find yourse...
Are you blind or bought?
Archmaester Rigney once wrote that history is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again, he said.
And the stars in the night were the eyes of his wolves, and the wind itself was their song.
And she would weep. When he saw tears rolling down her face, he would forgive her.She was less certain whether she would forgive herself.
And I tell you truly, Daenerys, there is no man in all the world who will ever be half so true to you as me.
And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.
Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next. Sometimes the best way to baffle them is to make moves that have...
All me lie when they are afraid. Some tell many lies, some but a few. Some have only one great lie they tell so often that they almost come to believe it ... though some small part of them will always...
After the bone-grinding cold of the lands beyond the Wall, the caves were blessedly warm, and when the chill crept out of the rock the singers would light fires to drive it off again. Down here there...
A sweet face oft hides a sinner's heart.
A man who fights for coin is loyal only to his purse.