I have never liked you, Cersei, but you were my own sister, so I never did you harm. You've ended that. 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.

The odd thing about being a writer is you do tend to lose yourself in your books. Sometimes it seems like real life is flickering by and you're hardly a part of it. You remember the events in your books better than you remember the events that actually took place when you were writing them.

Let them see that their words can cut you, and you'll never be free of the mockery.

A man could not always be where he belonged, though.

His time was past, her handmaid Irri declared. No man should live longer than his teeth.

I think life is a jape. Yours, mine, everyone's.

Good armor and a good horse means a good ransom if I unseat him.

Of course you know him. Everyone knows a pear-shaped man.

Life is warmth and warmth is fire, and fire is God's and God's alone.

Whatever happens, I thank you for your leal service.

And his father's voice replied to him. That is the only time a man can be brave.

When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.

Another black dragon, he thought. Another Blackfyre Rebellion. And soon another Redgrass field. The grass was not red when the sun came up.

As they came together in a rush of steel and shadow, he could hear Lyanna screaming. Eddard! she called. A storm of rose petals blew across a blood-streaked sky, as blue as the eyes of death. Lord Eddard, Lyanna called again. I promise, he whispered. Lya, I promise.

And the mystery knight should defeat all challengers and name the wolf maid the queen of love and beauty.

When a pirate grows rich enough, they make him a prince.

All fiction has to have a certain amount of truth in it to be powerful.

A Hedge Knight is the truest kind of knight, Dunk. Other Knights serve the Lords who keep them, or from whom they hold their lands, but we serve where we will, for men whose causes we believe in. Every Knight swears to protect the weak, but we keep the vow the best, I think.

Morality is a closely knit garment that binds tightly when it binds at all, but the vastnesses that lie between the stars are prone to unraveling it, to plucking it apart into so many loose threads, each brightly colored, but forming no discernible pattern.

You are an honest and honorable man, Lord Eddard. Ofttimes I forget that. I have met so few of them in my life. He glanced around the cell. When I see what honesty and honor have won you, I understand why.

He drank his way across the narrow sea.

I have lived a thousand lives and I've loved a thousand loves. I've walked on distant worlds and seen the end of time. Because I read.

An ugly smile. An ugly soul.

It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace. He gave a shrug. They never are. Dany.

A broken sword can be reforged.

So be it. I'll wear my iron and hold my tongue. A man who won't listen can't hear.

So many vows..they make you swear and swear. Defend the King. Obey the king. Obey your father. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak...what if your father despise the king? what if the king massacres the innocent? Its too much. No matter what you do, your forsaking one vow or another.

Flies are the dead man's revenge.

The gods made our bodies as well as our souls, is it not so? They give us voices, so we might worship them with song. They give us hands, so we might build them temples. And they give us desire, so we might mate and worship them in that way.

My own heroes are the dreamers, those men and women who tried to make the world a better place than when they found it, whether in small ways or great ones. Some succeeded, some failed, most had mixed results... but it is the effort that's heroic, as I see it. Win or lose, I admire those who fight the good fight.

When he opened his mouth to curse them all, black water filled his lungs, and the dark closed in around him.

No man is accursed as the kinslayer.

Things can change quickly in the game of thrones. Words are wind, and the wind is always blowing at the Wall.

The pie is meant to be the marriage, and a true marriage has in it many sorts of things—joy and grief, pain and pleasure, love and lust and loyalty. So it is fitting that there be birds of many sorts. No man ever truly knows what a new wife will bring him.

Arya leaned close and whispered, Chiswyck, right in Jaqen's ear.

Calm as still water. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine.

It's Magic, you see. It's justice you hold. It's vengeance for your father. It's home.

He wondered how many lives had been snuffed out by that fart.

In my 10 years that I spent out in TV and film, I had my shares of frustrations and annoyances and disappointments, but also I think it was, in the long run, it was very good for me in a whole bunch of ways.

I heard of a man who had a razor made of Valyrian steel. He cut his head off trying to shave.

If I look back I am lost.

Hands of gold are always cold, but a woman's hands are warm.

I often spend half the night with ghosts, remembering times fifty years past as if they were yesterday. The mystery of a midnight visitor is a welcome diversion.

My name is Marillion, the singer said, plucking a string on his woodharp. Doubtless you've heard me play somewhere?

A man has to fight to the bitter end and then some more.

He could feel the eyes of the dead. They were all listening, he knew. And winter was coming.

Just once you might try to give me an answer that would please me, Lord Snow.

Nobody is a villain in their own story. We're all the heroes of our own stories.

Her clothes were almost dry by the time she reached the gatehouse. The portcullis was down and the gates barred, so she turned aside to a postern door. The gold cloaks who had the watch sneered when she told them to let her in. Off with you, one said. The kitchen scraps are gone, and we'll have no begging after dark.