The eunuch had looked death in the face, so near he might have kissed her on the lips.

People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it's served up.

Every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is old.

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.

We know truth for the cruel instrument it is. Beauty is infinitely preferable to truth.

It was bitingly cold up here,and the wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.

His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.

A hound will die for you, but never lie to you. And he'll look you straight in the face.

A hedge knight must hold tight to his pride. Without it, he was no more than a sellsword

The maester smiled...Hush now, child, I'm much older than you. I can....die as I please.

His time was past, her handmaid Irri declared. No man should live longer than his teeth.

You are grown so very great now, yet the higher a man climbs the farther he has to fall.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

What could he have done, one man against so many?" He could have tried, Brienne thought.

She had put despair and fear aside, as if they were garments she did not choose to wear.

When you have known the kiss of a flaying knife, a laugh loses all its power to hurt you.

Her lord father had taught her never to steal, but it was growing harder to remember why.

I was always intensely Romantic, even when I was too young to understand what that meant.

Show me the path I must walk and do not let me stumble in the dark places that lie ahead.

The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.

Of course it's not enough to be a good man to be an effective ruler and it never has been.

Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.

Lady," she whimpered softly, wondering if she would meet her wolf again when she was dead.

Give me honorable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I'll sleep more easily by night.

If somebody dies and you just go get more popcorn, it’s a superficial experience isn’t it?

Of course it’s not enough to be a good man to be an effective ruler and it never has been.

The true horrors of human history derive not from orcs and Dark Lords, but from ourselves.

Men are mad and gods are madder, she told the grass, and the grass murmured its agreement.

Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

There are ghosts everywhere," Ser Jorah said softly. "We carry them with us wherever we go.

I have the virtue of being still amongst the living. Some would say that is my only virtue.

Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence.

It is being common-born that is dangerous, when the great lords play their game of thrones.

Sometimes there is no happy choice, Sam, only one less grievous than the others. - Jon Snow

Know the men who follow you and let them know you. Don't ask your men to die for a stranger.

This world is twisted beyond hope, when lowborn smugglers must vouch for the honor of kings.

Is there any creature on earth as unfortunate as an ugly woman? (wonders Lady Catelyn Stark)

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli.

Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.

And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice?' 'Because of men like you.

A bag of dragons buys a man's silence for a while, but a well-placed quarrel buys it forever.

Explain to me why it is more noble to kill ten thousand men in battle than a dozen at dinner.

You make us look bad', complained Toad. 'You looked bad before I ever met you', Jon told him.

In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

Unfortunately in television, for whatever reason, fantasy became thought of as a kids' genre.

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

Why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones?

Why do the Gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?

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