The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home.

And I tell you truly, Danaerys, there is no man in all the world who will ever be half so true to you as me.

I've written some standalone novels, but a book series allows fans in. There's much more intense involvement.

If half an onion is black with rot, it is a rotten onion. A man is good or he is evil. (Melisandre of Asshai)

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang.

I beg you both, take heart.'(Varys) 'Whose?' asked Tyrion sourly. He could think of several tempting choices.

There’s part of me that loves words. But sometimes it feels like you’re trying to drive nails with your shoe.

Sometimes the best way to baffle them is to make moves that have no purpose, or even seem to work against you

I have always regarded historical fiction and fantasy as sisters under the skin, two genres separated at birth.

These old knights are more cunning than you think, or they would never have lived to see their first grey hair.

If a man paints a target on his chest, he should expect that sooner or later someone will loose an arrow on him.

When I sleep I turn into a wolf. Bran turned his face away and looked back out into the night. Do wolves dreams?

He never wanted love, though. You cannot eat love, nor buy a horse with it, nor warm your halls on a cold night.

I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don't tell me to leave.

In my dreams, I kill him every night,' Robert admitted. 'A thousand deaths will still be less than he deserves'.

You can't just pick people for their hair color or the shape of their face. You have to go with the best actors.

The cable makers are the ones who are willing to take risks and do something original and push the envelope some.

Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.

I've said in many interviews that I like my fiction to be unpredictable. I like there to be considerable suspense.

Mothers." The man made a word sound like a curse. "I think birthing does something to your minds. You are all mad.

Jay wondered how they'd feel the morning they all woke up and realized that somehow Camelot had turned into Mordor.

Eat your heart out, Rowling. Maybe you have billions of dollars and my Hugo, but you don't have readers like these.

He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.

The storms come and go, the waves crash overhead, the big fish eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling. (Varys)

His chains chinked softly. I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.

They will not love me, you say? When have they ever loved me? How can I lose something I have never owned? - Stannis

‎[Melisandre] "His Grace is growing fond of you." [Jon] "I can tell. He only threatened to behead me twice." Page 58

Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.

So young," said Wyman Manderly, "Though mayhaps this was a blessing. Had he lived he would've grown up to be a Frey.

That night the wind was howling almost like a wolf and there were some real wolves off to the west giving it lessons.

Cersei Lannister: I shall wear this as a badge of honor. Robert Barathon: Wear it in silence or I'll honor you again.

Yes - 90% of fantasy is crap. And so is 90% of science fiction and 90% of mystery fiction and 90% of literary fiction.

...and when you’ve known me longer, you’ll learn that I mean everything I say.” “Even the lies?” “Especially the lies.

The white horse and the black one wheeled like lovers at a harvest dance, the riders throwing steel in place of kisses.

As much as I love historical fiction, my problem with historical fiction is that you always know what's going to happen.

I'm fond of all my characters so every time one doesn't make the cut I'm a little disappointed although I understand it.

Ideas are cheap. I have more ideas now than I could ever write up. To my mind, it's the execution that is all-important.

She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.

Some gave me soft words and some blunt, some made excuses, some promises, some only lied. In the end words are just wind.

Aemon’s blind white eyes came open. “Egg?” he said, as the rain streamed down his cheeks. “Egg, I dreamed that I was old.

If you would wed, wed. If not, take your pleasure where you find it. There's little enough of it in this world." - Oberyn

There are too many steps in this castle, and it seems to me they add a few every night, just to vex me" - Maester Cressen

Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms so tightly that he would never come to harm.

Viserys sold my mother's crown, and men called him a beggar. I shall keep this one, so men will call me a queen. (Daenerys)

History is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again.

You're mine," she whispered. "Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we'll live.

Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

One of the hardest parts of writing is writing from the gut or the heart or something like that rather than intellectually.

I knew a man once who told me that I smiled at the wrong things." "Do you? "Only by the light of those who smile at nothing.

I do so hope he plays us 'The Rains of Castamere.' It has been an hour. I've forgotten how it goes -- Olenna Tyrell, the HBIC

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