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.

In my 10 years that I spent out in TV and film, I had my shares of frustrations and annoyances and disappointments, but also I think it was, in the long run, it was very good for me in a whole bunch of ways.

I have a hole where my heart should be, she thought, and nowhere else to go.

His sister liked to think of herself as Lord Tywin with teats, but she was wrong. Their father had been as relentless and implacable as a glacier, where Cercei was all wildfire, especially when thwarted.

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

When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.