None of us is ever ready,' he (Ned) said. 'For knighthood?' 'For death.

Something about the howling of a wolf took a man right out of his here and now and left him in a dark forest of the mind, running naked before the pack.

She narrowed her eyes. “What is our heart’s desire?” “Vengeance.” His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening. “Justice.” Prince Doran pressed the onyx dragon into her palm with his swollen, gouty fingers, and whispered, “Fire and blood.

When we speak of the morrow nothing is ever certain.

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

A Lannister always pays his debts.

I've always preferred writing about grey characters and human characters. Whether they are giants or elves or dwarves, or whatever they are, they're still human, and the human heart is still in conflict with the self.