Even the sky was grey. Grey and grey and greyer. The whole world grey, everywhere you look, everything grey except the eyes of the bride. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear.
I am only a little lion, child, and I vow, I shall not savage you.
A bear! A bear! All black and brown and covered in hair!
The strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of the earth. Darkness will be your cloak, your shield, your mother’s milk. Darkness will make you strong.
I am surrounded by flatterers and fools.
There are things to be learned even from the dead.
That night the wind was howling almost like a wolf and there were some real wolves off to the west giving it lessons.
Show me the path I must walk and do not let me stumble in the dark places that lie ahead.
I am Cersei of House Lannister, a lion of the Rock, the rightful queen of these Seven Kingdoms, trueborn daughter of Tywin Lannister. And hair grows back.
The wide world is full of people wanting help, Jon. Would that some could find the courage to help themselves. – Lord Commander Mormont.
Dark wings, dark words.
He wished he could relieve himself of his doubts and guilts half as easily.
A hedge knight must hold tight to his pride. Without it, he was no more than a sellsword.
Nothing bores me more than books where you read two pages and you know exactly how it’s going to come out. I want twists and turns that surprise me, characters that have a difficult time and that I don’t know if they’re going to live or die.
Ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.
Why do the Gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can’t protect themselves?
Art is not a democracy. People don’t get to vote on how it ends.
I’ve been very lucky. There were times when I was afraid I would never sell another book, but I never doubted I’d write another book.
What are gods for if not to sit in judgment over men? The Many-Faced God does not weigh men’s souls, however. He gives his gift to the best of men as he gives it to the worst. Elsewise the good would live forever.
There are two kinds of writers. There are architects and gardeners. The architects do blueprints before they drive the first nail. The gardeners just dig a hole and plant the seed and see what comes up.