Quotes by George R.R. Martin

Nothing burns like the cold.

Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you dont have the strength to fight it.

Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come to them with a vengeance. But it is high summer for House Lannister. So why am I so bloody cold?

Its not, Mormont told him. Gods save us, boy, youre not blind and youre not stupid. When dead men come hunting in the night, do you think it matters who sits the Iron Throne?

In this world the weak are the victims of the strong.

A man should smell of sweat, not flowers.

Jon:What are you doing up there? Why arent you at the feast?Tyrion: Too hot, too noisy, and Id drunk too much wine, the dwarf told him. I learned long ago that it is considered rude to vomit on your brother.

All Knights must bleed. Blood is the seal of our devotion.

Blood calls to blood.

Brick and blood built Astapor, and brick and blood her people.

Mine is the blood of the dragon.

A bloody sword is a beautiful thing.

No singer would ever make a song about that battle. No maester would ever write down an account for one of the Readers beloved books. No banners flew, no warhorns moaned, no great lord called his men about him to hear his final ringing words. They fought in the predawn gloom, shadow against shadow, stumbling over roots and rocks, with mud and rotting leaves beneath their feet.

Never speak of defeat before battle.

Disease could wipe out an army quicker than any battle.

The looters comes with the carrion crows after every battle.

Then Royces parry came a beat too late. The pale sword bit through the ringmail beneath his arm. The young Lord cried out in pain. Blood welled between the rings. It seemed red as fire where they touched the snow.

A man is never so vulnerable in a battle as when he flees, Lord Eddard has told Jon once. A running man is like a wounded animal to a soldier. It gets his bloodlust up.

The battle fever. He had never thought to experience it himself, though Jamie had told him of it often enough. How time seemed to blur and slow and evenstop, how the past and the future vanished until there was nothing but the instant, how fear fled, and thought fled, and even you body. You dont feel your wounds then, or the ache in your back from the weight of the armor, or the sweat running down into your eyes. You stop feeling you stop thinking, you stop being you, there is only the fight , the foe, this man and then the next and the next and the next, and you know they are afraid and tired but youre not, youre alive, and death is all around you but their swords move so slowly, you can dance through them laughing. Battle fever. I am half a man and drunk with slaughter, let them kill me if they can!

Fighting is better than this waiting,” Brienne said. “You don’t feel so helpless when you fight. You have a sword and a horse, sometimes an axe. When you’re armored it’s hard for anyone to hurt you.”“Knights die in battle,” Catelyn reminded her.Brienne looked at her with those blue and beautiful eyes. “As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them.