If you die before you say her name, ser, I will hunt you through all seven hells." --Prince Oberyn of Dorne.
Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next.
A man is never so vulnerable in a battle as when he flees," Lord Eddard has told Jon once. "A running man is like a wounded animal to a soldier. It gets his bloodlust up.
The singers make much of kings who valiantly die in battle, but your life is worth more than a sword. To me at least, who gave it to you.
She is not truly beautiful but something about her draws the eye.
A son for a son, heh. But that's a grandson...and he never was much use." --Walder Frey
Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman's hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What were my f...
She tried so hard to be brave, to be fierce as a wolverine and all, but sometimes she felt like she was just a little girl after all.
Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.
Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then. Monsters are dangerous beasts, and just now kings seem to be dying like flies.
Half-truths are worth more than outright lies.
He wished he could relieve himself of his doubts and guilts half as easily.
I am alive, and drunk on sunlight.
We do not choose our destinies. Yet we must… we must do our duty, no? Great or small, we must do our duty.
Up and down," Meera would sigh sometimes as they walked, "then down and up. Then up and down again. I hate these stupid mountains of yours, Prince Bran." "Yesterday you said you loved them." "Oh, I do. My lord father told me about mountains, but I ne...
It all goes back and back," Tyrion thought, "to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance in our steads.
Surely the Gods did not bring me safe through fire and sea only to kill me with a flux.
Why do the Gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselvse?
