George RR Martin
Quotes
I am trying to set a price on one of the three living dragons in the world ... It seems to me that one-third of all the ships in the world would be fair.
Some battles are won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens.
When he slept, he did not dream, not of wolves, nor his brothers, nor anything. Even dreams cannot live up here, he told himself.
"Ser Rodrik had you five-to-one."
"Aye, but he thought us friends. A common mistake."
A small spoon of victory is just the thing to settle the stomach before battle. It makes the men hungry for a larger helping.
Why else do we don these black cloaks, but to die in defense of the realm?
The rite seemed to require that everyone stand, so Tyrion saw nothing but a row of courtly arses.
“What will you do when he crosses?”
“Fight. Kill. Die, maybe.”
“Aren’t you afraid? The gods might send you down to some terrible hell for all the evil you've done.”
“What evil?” He laughed. “What gods?”
“The gods who made us all.”
“All?” he mocked. “Tell me, little bird, what kind of god makes a monster like the Imp, or a halfwit like Lady Tanda’s daughter? If there are gods, they made sheep so wolves could eat mutton, and they made the weak for the strong to play with.”
“True knights protect the weak.”
He snorted. “There are no true knights, no more than there are gods. If you can’t protect yourself, die and get out of the way of those who can. Sharp steel and strong arms rule this world, don’t ever believe any different.”
Sansa backed away from him. “You're awful.”
“I'm honest. It’s the world that’s awful.”
For men the answer was always the same, and never farther away than the nearest sword. For a woman, a mother, the answer was stonier and harder.
I believe in steel swords, gold coins and men's wits.
"One day I may make you a lord, smuggler. If only to irk Celtigar and Florent. You will not thank me, though. It will mean you must suffer through these councils, and feign interest in the braying of mules."
"Why do you have them, if they serve no purpose?"
"The mules love the sound of their own braying, why else?"
Dead men walk and the trees have eyes again. Why should we balk at wargs and giants?
