George RR Martin

I'd sooner face nine men than ten. The tenth might have been the one who would have killed me.

When men must live like rats in the dark beneath the earth, they soon run out of pity, as they do of milk and honey.

It was better to go hungry than to feast upon a friend.

“What could a eunuch hope to find in a brothel?” “Even those who lack a man’s parts may still have a man’s heart, Your Grace,” said Grey Worm. “This one has been told that your servant Stalwart Shield sometimes gave coin to the women of the brothels to lie with him and hold him.”

Man wants to be king of the rabbits, he best wear a pair o' floppy ears.

Gold has its uses, but wars are won with iron.

No. Hear me, Daenerys Targaryen. The glass candles are burning. Soon comes the pale mare, and after her the others. Kraken and dark flame, lion and griffin, the sun's son and the mummer's dragon. Trust none of them. Remember the Undying. Beware the perfumed seneschal.

Burning dead children had ceased to trouble Jon Snow; live ones were another matter.

There are those who say it does not matter how a man begins, but only how he ends.

Tart fruit and tart women give life its savor.

The fisherman drowned, but his daughter got Stark to the Sisters before the boat went down. They say he left her with a bag of silver and a bastard in her belly. Jon Snow, she named him, after Arryn.

Gorghon of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is...and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time.