Quotes by George R.R. Martin

Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the other who would drag us all into the eternal light

Dreams turn to dust in light of day.

My sister has mistaken me for a mushroom. She keeps me in the dark and feeds me shit.

Go Ahead, call me all the names you want, Sansa said airily. You wont dare when Im married to Joffrey. Youll have to bow and call me Your Grace. She shrieked as Arya flung the orange across the table. It caught her in the middle of the forehead with a wet squish and plopped down into her lap.You have juice on your face, Your Grace , Arya said.

And what lesson can we draw from Volantene history?”“If you want to conquer the world, you best have dragons.

I learned long ago that it is considered rude to vomit on your brother

Well, the drums gave me headaches, the sunlight flashing on my armor cooked me up like harvest day, and those magnificent destriers shit everywhere.

A sword needs a sheath, heh, and a wedding needs a bedding.

No. Tyrions voice was hoarse. Sansa is no longer yours to torment. Understand that, monster. Joffrey sneered. Youre the monster, Uncle Am I? Tyrion cocked his head. Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then. Monsters are dangerous beasts, and just now kinds seem to be dying like flies.

Wolves and women wed for life.

All men are fools, and all men are knights where women are concerned.

The years pass in their hundreds and their thousands, and what does any man see of life but a few summers, a few winters? We look at mountains and call them eternal, and so they seem... but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, stars fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.

She is not truly beautiful but something about her draws the eye.

Still, beauty can mask deadly danger.

Beauty can be treacherous.

Man wants to be the king o’ the rabbits, he best wear a pair o’ floppy ears.

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.

Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till Im done reading.

History is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again.

She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.