Nothing burns like the cold.
The heart lies and the head plays tricks on us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in a way knowing the truth.
Bran thought about it. ‘Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?’ ‘That is the only time a man can be brave,’ his father told him.
You should grieve if a fictional character is killed. You should care.
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang.
Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.
When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.
You were made to be kissed, often and well.
Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.
There’s part of me that loves words. But sometimes it feels like you’re trying to drive nails with your shoe.
I like grey characters; fantasy for too long has been focused on very stereotypical heroes and villains.
Men have scars, women mysteries.
Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.
Shattered legs may heal in time, but some betrayals fester and poison the soul.
Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both.
Sleep is good, he said, And books are better.
The real issue lies in the North beyond the Wall. Stannis becomes one of the few characters fully to understand that, which is why in spite of everything he is a righteous man.
Robb: Uncle Benjen said to send you to the stables if I saw you. Jon: I have one more farewell to make. Robb: Then I haven’t seen you.
Woman? Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man. – Daenerys Targaryen.
I will hurt you for this. I don’t know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you’ll know the debt is paid.