George R.R. Martin

I believe in steel swords, gold coins, and man's wits. (...) And I believe there once were dragons. I've seen their skulls, after all.

An ugly smile. An ugly soul.

We are only human, and the Gods have fashioned us for love. This is our greatest glory and our greatest tragedy.

You ought to be blowing me kisses, wench.

Everyone who isn't us is an enemy." - Cersei

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.

Silence is a prince's friend.

I thank you for calling them off, young ser. I promise you, they would have found me indigestible.

A crisp roast chicken would set the world aright.

The truth will set us free. But freedom is cold and empty and frightening, and lies can often be warm and beautiful.

The best lies are seasoned with a bit of truth,

A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands.

There is entirely too much tut-tutting in this realm, if you ask me. All these kings would do a deal better if they put down their swords and listened to their mothers.

You are an honest and honorable man, Lord Eddard. Ofttimes I forget that. I have met so few of them in my life._ He glanced around the cell. __hen I see what honesty and honor have won you, I understand why.

Ten years from now, no one is going to care how quickly the books came out. The only thing that will matter, the only thing anyone will remember, is how good they were. That's my main concern, and always will be.

Yet even so, Jon Snow was not sorry he had come. There were wonders here as well. He had seen sunlight flashing on icy thin waterfalls as they plunged over the lips of sheer stone cliffs, and a mountain meadow full of autumn wildflowers, blue coldsnaps and bright scarlet frostfires and stands of piper's grass in russet and gold. He had peered down ravines so deep and black they seemed certain to end in some hell, and he had ridden his garron over a wind-eaten bridge of natural stone with nothing but sky to either side. Eagles nested in the heights and came down to hunt the valleys, circling effortlessly on great blue-grey wings that seemed almost part of the sky.

Tell Khan Drogo that he has given me the wind.

All my memories are poisoned.