George R. R. Martin Quotes

He drank his way across the narrow sea.

–Tal vez podamos volar. Todos. ¿Cómo lo sabremos si no saltamos de una torre muy alta?. Nadie sabe qué puede hacer de verdad a menos que se atreva a saltar.
–Ahí tienes una ventana. Salta.

Gold is sweet, but life is sweeter,

Words Are Wind

Here every castle had its godswood, and every godswood had its heart tree, and every heart tree its face.

A singer was playing the high harp and reciting a ballad, but down at this end of the hall his voice could scarcely be heard above the roar of the fire,

At your command, Your Grace.” “This is the will and word of Robert of House Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and all the rest — put in the damn titles, you know how it goes. I do hereby command Eddard of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King, to serve as Lord Regent and Protector of the Realm upon my … upon my death … to rule in my … in my stead, until my son Joffrey does come of age …” “Robert …” Joffrey is not your son, he wanted to say, but the words would not come.

Falyse opened and closed her mouth, which made her look like some especially stupid fish.

Think of it. We know truth for the cruel instrument it is. Beauty is infinitely preferable to truth. We invent beauty. Faiths, political movements, high ideals, belief in love and fellowship. All of them are lies. We tell those lies, among others, endless others. We improve on history and myth and religion, make each more beautiful, better, easier to believe in. Our lies are not perfect, of course. The truths are too big. But perhaps someday we will find one great lie that all humanity can use.

The light outside the windows was fading by the time the session drew to a close. Sansa felt limp with exhaustion as she made her way down from the gallery. She wondered how badly Joffrey had cut himself. They say the Iron Throne can be perilous cruel to those who were not meant to sit it.

Robert looked off into the darkness, for a moment as melancholy as a Stark. “I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one. Laws are a tedious business and counting coppers is worse. And the people … there is no end of them. I sit on that damnable iron chair and listen to them complain until my mind is numb and my ass is raw. They all want something, money or land or justice. The lies they tell … and my lords and ladies are no better. I am surrounded by flatterers and fools. It can drive a man to madness, Ned. Half of them don’t dare tell me the truth, and the other half can’t find it.

من يتولون الحكم مثلنا عليهم أن يفعلوا أشياء آثمة بين الحين والآخر من أجل صالح البلاد، ومهما أصابنا هذا من ألم.

the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.

Is this a knight who comes before us, or the answer to a child’s riddle?

A word, and Dany could have her head off … yet then what would she have? A head? If life was worthless, what was death?