A crisp roast chicken would set the world aright.
When a dog goes bad, the fault lies with his master.
Let no man think that the fire of the Targaryens did not burn in his veins.
Such a fierce little thing she is, they say, she has no need of comfort. They are wrong in that, I fear. All men need comfort.
Um leitor vive mil vidas antes de morrer.
Is this Dornish wine?” Tyrion asked him once, as he pulled a stopper from a skin. “It reminds me of a certain snake I knew. A droll fellow, till a mountain fell on him.
Men can always fight, Your Grace. Ask rather if we can win. Dying is easy, but victory comes hard.
My father was a traitor,” Sansa said at once. “And my brother and lady mother are traitors as well.” That reflex she had learned quickly. “I am loyal to my beloved Joffrey.” “No doubt. As loyal as a deer surrounded by wolves.” “Lions,” she whispered, without thinking. She glanced about nervously, but there was no one close enough to hear.
The grey sheep have closed their eyes, but the mastiff sees the truth. Old powers waken. Shadows stir. An age of wonder and terror will soon be upon us, an age for gods and heroes.
Most of the stories you hear about dragons are fodder for fools.
The glass candle is meant to represent truth and learning, rare and beautiful and fragile things. It is made in the shape of a candle to remind us that a maester must cast light wherever he serves, and it is sharp to remind us that knowledge can be dangerous. Wise men may grow arrogant in their wisdom, but a maester must always remain humble. The glass candle reminds us of that as well.
He might as well wish for another thousand men, and maybe a dragon or three.
I was a lot better at starting stories than I was at finishing them.
The waves may break upon the mountain, yet still they come, wave upon wave, and in the end only pebbles remain where once the mountain stood. And soon even the pebbles are swept away, to be ground beneath the sea for all eternity.
Men come and go. They lie, or die, or leave you. A mountain is not a man, though, and a stone is a mountain’s daughter. I trust myself, and I trust my mules. I won’t fall.
I seldom fling children off the tops of towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.
She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above.
There is a tool for every task, and a task for every tool.
Lady Selyse was as tall as her husband, thin of body and thin of face, with prominent ears, a sharp nose, and the faintest hint of a mustache on her upper lip. She plucked it daily and cursed it regularly, yet it never failed to return. Her eyes were pale, her mouth stern, her voice a whip. She cracked it now.
Ah, I could tell you everything about her. Who she was, how we met, the color of her eyes, and the shape of her nose. I can see her, right in front of me. She’s more real than you are.