I need to sleep, but fear to dream.

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.

That was the way of this cold world, where men fished the sea and dug in the ground and died, whilst women brought forth short-lived children from beds of blood and pain.

Mother said," mocked the king. "Don't be childish." "We're children," Myrcella declared haughtily. "We're supposed to be childish." The Hound laughed. "She has you there.

Every man must die, Jon Snow. But first he must live.

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

His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.