George R.R. Martin

“The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.”

“It hurts so much, she thought. Our children, Ned, all our sweet babes. Rickon, Bran, Arya, Sansa, Robb… Robb… please, Ned, please, make it stop, make it stop hurting… The white tears and the red ones ran together until her face was torn and tattered, the face that Ned had loved. Catelyn Stark raised her hands and watched the blood run down her long fingers, over her wrists, beneath the sleeves of her gown. Slow red worms crawled along her arms and under her clothes. It tickles. That made her laugh until she screamed. “Mad,” someone said, “she’s lost her wits,” and someone else said, “Make an end,” and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she’d done with Jinglebell, and she thought, No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold.— Catelyn Stark”

“If I could wish the Kingslayer back in chains I would. You freed him without my knowledge or consent... but what you did, I know you did for love. For Arya and Sansa, and out of grief for Bran and Rickon. Love’s not always wise, I’ve learned. It can lead us to great folly, but we follow our hearts... wherever they take us. Don’t we, Mother?”

“I know I want you," he heard himself say, all his vows and his honor all forgotten. She stood before him naked as her name day, and he was as hard as the rock around them. He had been in her half a hundred times by now, but always beneath furs, with others all around them. He had never seeen how beautiful she was. Her legs were skinny and well muscled, the hair at the juncture of her thighs a brighter red than that on her head. Does that make it even luckier? He pulled her close. "I love the smell of you," he said. "I love your red hair. I love your mouth, and the way you kiss me. I love your smile. I love your teats." He kissed them, one and then the other. "I love your skinny legs, and what's between them." He knelt to kiss her there, lightly on her mound at first, but Ygritte moved her legs apart a little, and he saw the pink inside and kissed that as well, and tasted her. She gave a little gasp. "If you love me all so much, why are you still dressed?" she whispered. "You know nothing, Jon Snow. Noth---oh. Oh. OHHH."Afterward, she was almost shy, or as shy as Ygritte ever got. "The thing you did," she said, when they lay together on their piled clothes. "With your...mouth." She hesistated. "Is that...is it what lordss do to their ladies, down in the south?""I don't think so." No one had ever told Jon just what lords did with their ladies. "I only...wanted to kiss you there, that's all. You seemed to like it.""Aye. I...I liked it some. No one taught you such?""There's been no one," he confessed. "Only you.”

“It was almost enough to put a man off whoring.”

“Only lies offend me, never honest counsel.”

“Hodor!”

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.”

“Knowledge is a Weapon, Jon. Arm yourself well before you ride forth to Battle.”

“One voyage to the East and a man could live as rich as a lord until the end of his days. When he'd been younger, Davos had dreamed of making such voyages himself. But the years went dancing by like moths around a flame, and somehow the time had never been quite right.”

“I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.”

“Jon shrugged. 'Girls get the arms but not the swords. Bastards get the swords but not the arms. I did not make the rules, little sister.”

“Just where do you think you are going, Arya?' the septa demanded.Arya glared at her. 'I have to go shoe a horse,' she said sweetly taking a brief satisfaction in the shock on the septa's face.”

“A man who sees nothing has no use for his eyes,” the Mountain declared. “Cut them out and give them to your next outrider. Tell him you hope that four eyes might see better than two . . . and if not, the man after him will have six.”

“I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind… and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge. That’s why I read so much, Jon Snow.”

“A man could not always be where he belonged, though.”

“Too much light can hurt the eyes, my friend, and fire burns.”

“Inside the room, a man and a woman were wrestling. They were both naked.”

“How can you still count yourself a knight, when you have forsaken every vow you ever swore?" Jaime reached for the flagon to refill his cup. "So many vows...they make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or the other.”

“Thoren Smallwood, a sinewy ranger with a weak chin and a weaker mouth hidden under a thin scraggle of beard, gave Jon and Sam a cool look. He had been one of Alliser Thorne’s henchmen, and had no love for either of them. “The Lord Commander’s place is at Castle Black, lording and commanding,” he told Mormont, ignoring the newcomers, “it seems to me.” “If you are ever Lord Commander, you may do as you please,” Mormont told the ranger, “but it seems to me that I have not died yet, nor have the brothers put you in my place.”

“But my philosophy is that plot advancement is not what the experience of reading fiction is about. If all we care about is advancing the plot, why read novels? We can just read Cliffs Notes.”

“Do you think it will truly come to battle between them? If they should come to some accord—”“They won’t,” Tyrion said. “They are too different and yet too much alike, and neither could ever stomach the other.”

“Tudo o que desejava era que as coisas fossem agradáveis e bonitas, como eram nas canções.”

“Por que lê tanto ? (...)- Olhe-me e diga o que vê. O rapaz olhou-o com suspeita- Isto é algum truque ? Vejo você. Tyrion Lannister Tyrion suspirou. - Você é notavelmente gentil para um bastardo, Snow. O que vê é um anão. Você tem o que ? Doze anos ? - Catorze - disse o rapaz.- Catorze, e é mais alto que alguma vez serei. Minhas pernas são curtas e tortas, e caminho com dificuldade. Necessito de uma sela especial para não cair do cavalo. Uma cela de minha própria concepção, talvez te interesse saber. Era isso ou montar um pônei. Meus braços são suficientemente fortes mas, uma vez mais, demasiado curtos. Nunca serei um espadachim. Se tivesse nascido camponês, provavelmente me teriam me expulsado para que morresse, ou vendido para a coleção de aberrações de algum negociante de escravos. Mas, ai de mim ! Nasci um Lannister de Rochedo Casterly, e as coleções de aberrações são das mais pobres. Esperam-se coisas de mim. Meu pai foi mão do rei durante vinte anos. Aconteceu que, mais tarde, meu irmão matou esse mesmo rei, mas minha vida está cheia dessas pequenas ironias. Minha irmã casou-se com o novo rei e o meu repugnante sobrinho será rei depois dele. Devo cumprir minha parte pela honra da minha casa, não concorda ? Mas como ? Bem, poderei ter as pernas pequenas demais para o corpo, mas minha cabeça é grande demais, embora eu prefira pensar que tem o tamanho certo para minha mente. Possuo um entendimento realista das minha forças e fraquezas. A mente é minha arma. Meu irmão tem a sua espada, O Rei Robert, o seu martelo de guerra, e eu tenho a minha mente... e uma mente necessita de livros da mesma forma que uma espada necessita de uma pedra de amolar se quisermos que se mantenha afiada - Tyrion deu uma palmada na capa de coura do livro - É por isso que leio tanto, Jon Snow.”

“O título vem com o domínio.”

“Deixa-me lhe dar um conselho, bastardo - Disse Lannister - Nunca se esqueça de quem é, porque é certo que o mundo não lembrará. Faça disso sua força. Assim, não poderá ser nunca a sua fraqueza. Arme-se com esta lembrança, e ela nunca poderá ser usada para magoá-lo (…) Lembre-se disso, rapaz. Todos os anões serão bastardos, mas nem todos os bastardos precisam ser anões -(…) e, só por um momento, Tyrion Lannister ergueu-se alto como um rei.”

“Do the dead frighten you?”

“Words are wind.”

“What are gods for if not to sit in judgment over men? The Many-Faced God does not weigh men’s souls, however. He gives his gift to the best of men as he gives it to the worst. Elsewise the good would live forever.”

“Speak the name, and death will come. On the morrow, at the turn of the moon, a year from this day, it will come. A man does not fly like a bird, but one foot moves and then another and one day a man is there.”

“All men are fools, if truth be told, but the ones in motley are more amusing than ones with crowns.”

“My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer and I have my mind...and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone if it is to keep its edge. That's why I read so much Jon Snow.”

“Irri and Jhiqui argued about Rakharo. “You are too skinny for him,” Jhiqui was saying. “You are almost a boy. Rakharo does not bed with boys. This is known.” Irri bristled back. “It is known that you are almost a cow. Rakharo does not bed with cows.”

“If you need help bark like a dog." - Gendry. "That's stupid. If I need help I'll shout help." - Arya”

“Tyrion let the eunuch help him mount. "Lord Varys," he said from the saddle, "sometimes I feel as though you are the best friend I have in King's Landing and sometimes I feel you are my worst enemy." "How odd. I think quite the same of you.”

“Robb: Uncle Benjen said to send you to the stables if I saw you.Jon: I have one more farewell to make.Robb: Then I haven't seen you.”

“I heard of a man who had a razor made of Valyrian steel. He cut his head off trying to shave.”

“But the world preferred to forget that men who knew how to heal also knew how to kill.”

“Littlefinger: A trade envoy from Lys once observed to me that Lord Stannis must love his daughter very well, since he'd erected hundreds of statues of her all along the walls of Dragonstone.Tyrion: My lord, those are gargoyles.”

“Once, I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off.”

“Tyrion: Careful now, Shagga, you've cut him.Shagga: Dolf fathered warriors, not barbers.”

“My gentle sister seems to have mistaken me for Ned Stark.”“I hear he was taller.”“Not after Joff took off his head.”

“When it comes to swords, a queen is only a woman after all.”

“Now you know " the crow whispered as it sat on his shoulder. "Now you know why you must live." "Why " Bran said not understanding falling falling. "Because winter is coming.”

“Tyrion Lannister had claimed that most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it, but Jon was done with denials. He was who he was; Jon Snow, bastard and oathbreaker, motherless, friendless, and damned. For the rest of his life-however long that might be-he would be condemned to be an outsider, the silent man standing in the shadows who dares not speak his true name.”

“Woman, you bray like an ass, and make no more sense.""Woman? Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man.”

“Mai, mai dimenticare chi sei, perché di certo il mondo non lo dimenticherà. Trasforma chi sei nella tua forza così non potrà mai essere la tua debolezza. Fanne un'armatura e non potrà mai essere usata contro di te.”

“What do we say to the Lord of Death?''Not today.”

“Tyrion shrugged. “We all need to be mocked from time to time Lord Mormont lest we start to take ourselves too seriously.”

“Don’t call me Lord Snow.”The dwarf lifted an eyebrow. “Would you rather be called the Imp? Let them see that their words can cut you and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name take it make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.”