George R. R. Martin Quotes

Words are wind.

I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.

I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.

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

"Her name is Brienne," Jaime said. "Brienne, the maid of Tarth. You are still maiden, I hope?"

Her broad homely face turned red. "Yes."

"Oh, good," Jaime said. "I only rescue maidens."

Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both.

History is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again.

The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true.

You were made to be kissed, often and well.

She had put despair and fear aside, as if they were garments she did not choose to wear.

The unseen enemy is always the most fearsome.

There are no men like me. There's only me

It hurts so much, she thought. Our children, Ned, all our sweet babes. Rickon, Bran, Arya, Sansa, Robb… Robb… please, Ned, please, make it stop, make it stop hurting… The white tears and the red ones ran together until her face was torn and tattered, the face that Ned had loved. Catelyn Stark raised her hands and watched the blood run down her long fingers, over her wrists, beneath the sleeves of her gown. Slow red worms crawled along her arms and under her clothes. It tickles. That made her laugh until she screamed. “Mad,” someone said, “she’s lost her wits,” and someone else said, “Make an end,” and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she’d done with Jinglebell, and she thought, No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold. — Catelyn Stark

Those are brave men... lets go kill them

You can't hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn't mean it's useless.