Writing is the hardest physical work there is.
War is a perversion of sex.
War is a defeat for humanity.
Quickness is the essence of the war.
Please all, and you will please none.
Blessed are they who seek to learn wisdom.
Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.
Every silver lining has a cloud.
Preconceived notions are the locks on the door to wisdom.
The most certain sign of wisdom is cheerfulness.
Turn your wounds into wisdom.
Wisdom is a sacred communion.
The sweetest of all sounds is praise.
Beer bottles, whiskey bottles, brown glass, green. They fell to the lawn and I'd feel serene. Adam was king to my stilted queen.
I believe in steel swords, gold coins, and man's wits. (...) And I believe there once were dragons. I've seen their skulls, after all.
Knights die in battle,” Catelyn reminded her. Brienne looked at her with those blue and beautiful eyes. “As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them.
When you tear out a man's tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you're only telling the world that you fear what he might say.
Power resides only where men believe it resides. [...] A shadow on the wall, yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.
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 day, she promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be less than strong.
God bless our good and gracious King, Whose promise none relies on; Who never said a foolish thing, Nor ever did a wise one.
