Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man's nature. -- Lyanna

Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

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

It was astonishing to see how angry Cersei could wax over accusations she knew perfectly well to be true.

On the gallows tree, all men are brothers.

There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.

An artist has an obligation to tell the truth. [...] that the true horrors of human history derive not from orcs and Dark Lords, but from ourselves. We are the monsters. (And the heroes too). Each of us has within himself the capacity for great good, and great evil.