Dreams and prophecies. Why must they always be in riddles? I hate this.
Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said. Look down.
Every Captain is a king aboard his own ship.
Yields?” Lord Rowan laughed. “When Mace Tyrell laid siege to Storm’s End, Stannis ate rats rather than open his gates.
How do I play the turncloak without becoming one?
Bran’s father sat solemnly on his horse, long brown hair stirring in the wind. His closely trimmed beard was shot with white, making him look older than his thirty-five years. He had a grim cast to his grey eyes this day, and he seemed not at all the man who would sit before the fire in the evening and talk softly of the age of heroes and the children of the forest. He had taken off Father’s face, Bran thought, and donned the face of Lord Stark of Winterfell. There.
It reminds me of a certain snake I knew. A droll fellow, till a mountain fell on him.
Gain or loss. Living and dying. I have told you, Cyrain, they cannot be separated.
She will sing and you will scream, and then you will die.
Bran spread his arms and flew.
A man does not choose his companions in the black cells,” the handsome one with the red-and-white hair said. Something about the way he talked reminded her of Syrio; it was the same, yet different too. “These two, they have no courtesy. A man must ask forgiveness. You are called Arry, is that not so?
Around them peddlers were selling dog sausages, roast onions, and unborn puppies on a stick, but Dany had no need of such.
We choose light or we choose darkness. We choose good or we choose evil. We choose the true god or the false.
The wall has more moods than Mad King Aerys, they’d say, or sometimes the wall has more mood than a woman.
And what is it you like in a woman, m’lord?” “Innocence.” “In a woman, I said. Not a daughter.
Words are wind, and the wind from Manderly’s mouth means no more than the wind escaping his bottom.
They say all Lannisters are twisty snakes.” “Snakes?” Tyrion laughed. “That sound you hear is my lord father, slithering in his grave. We are lions, or so we like to say. But it makes no matter, Kem. Step on a snake or a lion’s tail, you’ll end up just as dead.” By.
Daenerys, I am thrice your age,” Ser Jorah said.
A king who does not protect his people is no king at all.
That brute you made me marry once hit the boy so hard he knocked out two of his baby teeth, over some mischief with a cat.