Quotes by George R.R. Martin

She never forgets a slight, real or imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. And she is greedy. Greedy for power, for honour, for love.

Power resides where men believe it resides. A very small man can cast a very large shadow.

There is power in a Kings blood.

No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.

I have some devotional books you can look over. Learn to quote from them. Nothing discourages unwanted questions as much as a flow of pious bleating.(Petyr Baelish to Sansa Stark)

Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?”“That is the only time a man can be brave,

Harsh justice is still justice.

Only a starving man asks bread from a begger

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.

There is no shame in loving.

A man grows weary of having no lovers but his fingers.

There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Boltons face, rage and joy looked much the same.

Remember Old Nans stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.

Children are a battle of a different sort. ... A battle without banners or warhorns but no less fierce.

The hard truths are the ones to hold tight. - Old Bear

They were in a long line, an endless line, and as they burst from the wood there was an instant, the smallest part of a heartbeat, when all Catelyn saw was the moonlight on the point of their lance, as if a thousand willowisps were coming down the ridge, wreathed in silver. Then she blinked, and they were only men, rushing down to kill or die.

Girl or boy, we fight our battles. But the Gods let us choose our weapons.

So now you are a woman. Do you have the least idea of what that means?It means that I am now fit to be wedded and bedded (...) and to bear children for the king.

Can you drown in grief? She turned away sharply, angry with her own frailty. She had no time for the luxury of self-pity.

Strength to your arm, then.