George R.R. Martin

I was very sorry to hear about your losses. Your brother was a terrible traitor, I know, but if we start killing men at weddings they'll be more frightened of marriage than they are presently. (Olenna Tyrell to Sansa Stark

Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then. Monsters are dangerous beasts, and just now kings seem to be dying like flies.

The things I do for love.

In the closeness of the passage, the queen could smell the other woman's perfume, a musky scent that spoke of moss and earth and wildflowers. Under it, she smelled ambition.

Terrible times breed terrible things, my lord.

Sometimes, the best thing you can do is nothing. Catelyn

The grave casts long shadows, Iron Lord," Mirri said. "Long and dark, and in the end no light can hold them back.

Secrets are worth more than silver and sapphires.

worms have crawled up your nose and eaten your wits.

His long wait is almost done. I am sending Balon Swann to Sunspear, to deliver him the head of Gregor Clegane._ Ser Balon would have another task as well, but that part was best left unsaid.__h._ Ser Harys Swyft fumbled at his funny little beard with thumb and forefinger. __e is dead then? Ser Gregor?___ would think so, my lord,_ Aurane Waters said dryly. __ am told that removing the head from the body is often mortal.

That's one way we differ, Jaime and I. He's taller as well, you may have noticed.

There are worse ways to die than warm and drunk.

What are you doing to me?_ he asked the crow, tearful. Teaching you how to fly. __ can__ fly!_ You__e flying right now. ____ falling!_ Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said.

all men carry murder in their hearts, yet even so, the poisoner is beneath contempt.

Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms so tightly that he would never come to harm....

My mother said my father had a drop of dragon blood.___wo drops. That, or a cock six feet long.

Every child knows its mother, Dany thought. When the seas go dry and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves.

His mouth would have given despair to even the drollest of fools; it was a mouth made for frowns and scowls and sharply worded commands, all thin pale lips and clenched muscles, a mouth that had forgotten how to smile and had never known how to laugh