worms have crawled up your nose and eaten your wits.
The gods made our bodies as well as our souls, is it not so? They give us voices, so we might worship them with song. They give us hands, so we might build them temples. And they give us desire, so we might mate and worship them in that way.
Bran knew that men slept on top of women when they shared a bed. Sleeping under Lord Manderly would be like sleeping under a fallen horse, he imagined.
One man on the wall is worth ten beneath it.
One day, she promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be less than strong.
I am walking, he thought, exulting. Part of him knew that it was only a dream, but even the dream of walking was better than the truth of his bedchamber, walls and ceiling and door.
The storms come and go, the waves crash overhead, the big fish eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling. (Varys)
A wise man did not pour wildfire on a brazier. Instead he poured a fresh cup of wine.
Your brother Jaime keeps losing battles. He gave Sansa an angry look, as if it were her fault. He’s been taken by the Starks and we’ve lost Riverrun and now her stupid brother is calling himself a king. The dwarf smiled crookedly. “All sorts of...
Is there any creature on earth as unfortunate as an ugly woman? (wonders Lady Catelyn Stark)
The world is twisted beyond hope, when lowborn smugglers must vouch for the honour of kings.
