George R.R. Martin

He has a sellsword's conscience, she realized then. That is to say none at all.

I have never forgotten, and I can't imagine you have, and I've thought of it over the years. It was so good, when it was good, I kept thinking. How could it go wrong?

It__ you and me that matters to me and you.

Slowly the shapes around her took on form. Huge empty eyes stared at her hungrily through the gloom, and dimly she saw the jagged shadows of long teeth. She had lost the count. She closed her eyes and bit her lip and sent the fear away. When she looked again, the monsters would be gone. Would never have been. She pretended that Syrio was beside her in the dark, whispering in her ear. Calm as still water, she told herself. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. She opened her eyes again. The monsters were still there, but the fear was gone.

As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

The dog barked and wagged his tail. He was a huge, shaggy creature, ten stone of dog at least, but friendly. 'Who does he belong to?' asked Podrick. 'Why, to himself, and to the Seven. As to his name, he has not told me what it is. I call him Dog.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, men said, but the enemy of my friend is my enemy.

These are the winter's people, he reminded himself. Tears froze upon your cheeks where they come from.

I never understood what Jaime saw in you, apart from his own reflection.

Three good men dead, to save a hedge knight's foot.

We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next.

Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty.

Without honor, a knight is no more than a common killer. It is better to die with honor than to live without it.

Even a hedge knight has his honor.

Give me honorable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I'll sleep more easily by night.

Shattered legs may heal in time, but some betrayals fester and poison the soul.

Begging for help never gets you any.