George R. R. Martin

Words are wind, even words like love and peace. I put more trust in deeds.

There is no creature on earth half so terrifying as a truly just man.

I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears.

What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms... or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

I love the juice but I loathe sticky fingers. Clean hands, Sansa. Whatever you do, make certain your hands are clean.

Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man's nature.

You'll find truth in your looking glass, not on the tongues of men.

Fear cuts deeper than swords.

Some battles are won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens.

Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. Maybe pretending is how you get brave, I don't know.

I am the blood of the dragon, she thought. If they are monsters, so am I.

"I confess, I do not understand what there is in her to make a clever man like you act such a fool.”
“You might, if you were not a eunuch.”
“Is that the way of it? A man may have wits, or a bit of meat between his legs, but not both?” Varys tittered. “Perhaps I should be grateful I was cut, then."

Sweetness cloys. Tart fruit and tart women give life its savor.

Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.

— His Grace is growing fond of you.
— I can tell. He only threatened to behead me twice.