Everything’s better with some wine in the belly.
Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don’t have the strength to fight it.
Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.
The unseen enemy is always the most fearsome.
And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.
Ten years from now, no one is going to care how quickly the books came out. The only thing that will matter, the only thing anyone will remember, is how good they were. That’s my main concern, and always will be.
I have an instinctual distrust of conventional happy endings.
In real life, the hardest aspect of the battle between good and evil is determining which is which.
Not all men were meant to dance with dragons.
A lion doesn’t concern itself with the opinion of sheep.
The wildlings seemed to think Ygritte a great beauty because of her hair; red hair was rare among the free folk, and those who had it were said to be kissed by fire, which was supposed to be lucky.
He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.
A man who won’t listen can’t hear.
Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
Laughter is poison to fear.
The greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them.
The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.
You would consider me an atheist or agnostic. I find religion and spirituality fascinating. I would like to believe this isn’t the end and there’s something more, but I can’t convince the rational part of me that that makes any sense whatsoever.