Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.
His sister liked to think of herself as Lord Tywin with teats, but she was wrong. Their father had been as relentless and implacable as a glacier, where Cercei was all wildfire, especially when thwarted.
Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust.
A man agrees with god as a raindrop agrees with the storm.
The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.
Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK.
Give a thing a name and it will somehow come to be.
Nothing. My father is very good at doing nothing. He calls it thinking.
There are no happy endings.
No one who wears a crown is ever safe.
What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves...
For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.
I have touched more men that I can count. Some with my lips, more with my axe.
Men of honor will do things for their children that they would never consider doing for themselves.
He never wanted love, though. You cannot eat love, nor buy a horse with it, nor warm your halls on a cold night.
I never wanted to see half the things I’ve seen, and I’ve never seen half the things I wanted to. I don’t think wanting comes into it. You’d best go all the same.
Cersei Lannister: I shall wear this as a badge of honor. Robert Barathon: Wear it in silence or I’ll honor you again.
Now I understand why King Stannis let the wildlings through the Wall. He means for us to eat them.
She was Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Khaleesi and queen, Mother of Dragons, slayer of warlocks, breaker of chains, and there was no one in the world that she could trust.
Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.