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.
We’re all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.
You can’t hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn’t mean it’s useless.
You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you...
There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.
Even in dreams, you could not fall forever.
There’s no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it.
When I sleep I turn into a wolf. Bran turned his face away and looked back out into the night. Do wolves dreams?
For men, the answer was always the same and never farther away than the nearest sword. For a woman, a mother, the way was stonier and harder to know.
Men live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all we know of the days to come.
It is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.
Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love.
Love is madness, and lust is poison.
No one will be alive by the last book. In fact, they all die in the fifth. The sixth book will be just a thousand-page description of snow blowing across the graves...
Give me honorable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I’ll sleep more easily by night.
Inside the room, a man and a woman were wrestling. They were both naked.
I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one.
One voice may speak you false, but in many there is always truth to be found.
I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.
On the gallows tree, all men are brothers.