George R.R. Martin

She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above.

...his voice was like the cracking of ice on a winter lake, and the words were mocking

I am alive, and drunk on sunlight.

One man on the wall is worth ten beneath it.

There is sitting and there is sitting. (...) Each one waits for the other to move, but the lion is poised, his tail twitching, while the fawn is frozen by fear, bowels turned to belly. No matter which way he bounds, the lion will have him, and he knows it.

Why do the Gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?

Not that I'm complaining. It was better than my old dream, where Harma Dogshead was feeding me to her pigs.""Harma's dead." Jon said."But not the pigs. They look at me the way Slayer used to look at ham. Not to say that the wildlings mean us harm. Aye, we hacked their gods apart and made them burn the pieces, but we gave them onion soup. What's a god compared to a nice bowl of onion soup? I could do with mine myself.

What sort of gods make rats and plagues and dwarfs?

Arya did not dare [take a bath], even though she smelled as bad as Yoren by now, all sour and stinky. Some of the creatures living in her clothes had come all the way from Flea Bottom with her; it didn__ seem right to drown them.

Jaime gave her [Brienne] a hard smile. "See, wench? We know each other too well.

My lord father used to say a man should never draw his sword unless he means to use it.

May the Father judge him justly.

My first rule of war, Cat-never give the enemy his wish

Never drink with Dornishmen when the moon is full.

The moon was a crescent, thin and sharp as the blade of a knife.

Is that gallantry I smell, or just stupidity? The two scents are much alike, as I recall.

When your womb quickens again, and you bear a living child, then he will return, and not before.

In the deep sands a man must hoard his water.