George R.R. Martin

A sword needs a sheath, heh, and a wedding needs a bedding.

Well, the drums gave me headaches, the sunlight flashing on my armor cooked me up like harvest day, and those magnificent destriers shit everywhere.

I learned long ago that it is considered rude to vomit on your brother

And what lesson can we draw from Volantene history?___f you want to conquer the world, you best have dragons.

Go Ahead, call me all the names you want," Sansa said airily. "You won't dare when I'm married to Joffrey. You'll have to bow and call me Your Grace." She shrieked as Arya flung the orange across the table. It caught her in the middle of the forehead with a wet squish and plopped down into her lap."You have juice on your face, Your Grace ," Arya said.

My sister has mistaken me for a mushroom. She keeps me in the dark and feeds me shit.

Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.

Dreams turn to dust in light of day.

Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the other who would drag us all into the eternal light

Every boy dreams of serving in the Kingsguard.

Dreams can lie, your Grace.

The ground was so far below him, he could barely make it out through the grey mists that whirled around him, but he could feel how fast he was falling, and he knew what was waiting for him down there. Even in dreams, you could not fall forever. He would wake up in the instant before he hit the ground, he knew. You always woke in the instant before you hit the ground.

One voyage to the East and a man could live as rich as a lord until the end of his days. When he'd been younger, Davos had dreamed of making such voyages himself. But the years went dancing by like moths around a flame, and somehow the time had never been quite right.

Even in dreams, you could not fall forever.

Gold has its uses, but war is won with iron.

...Prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is... and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams... Prophecy will bite your prick off everytime,

...How would you like to die, Tyrion son of Tywin?""In my own bed, with a belly full of wine and a maiden's mouth around my cock, at the age of eighty," he replied.

On armageddon day,' Sandy said, 'both armies will think they fight for good. And both of them will be wrong.