Ed Martin Quotes

Sacrifice is never easy or it is no true sacrifice. - Stannis

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

When a man was hurt you took him to the maester, but what could you do when your maester was hurt?

The maester smiled...Hush now, child, I'm much older than you. I can....die as I please.

Ser Barristan loves his honor, Grand Maester Pycelle loves his office, and Littlefinger loves Littlefinger.

Tyrion Lannister could not have been more astonished if Aegon the Conqueror himself had burst into the room, riding on a dragon and juggling lemon pies.

They say it grows so cold up here in winter that a man’s laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death,” Ned said evenly. “Perhaps that is why the Starks have so little humor.

It seemed cruel for a day to dawn so fair and end so foul as this one promised to.

Be careful you don't cut yourself. The edges are sharp enough to shave with.' 'Girls don't shave', Arya said. 'Maybe they should. Have you ever seen the septa's legs?

Her lord father had taught her never to steal, but it was growing harder to remember why.

Courage and folly are cousins, or so I’ve heard.

A bag of dragons buys a man's silence for a while, but a well-placed quarrel buys it forever.

A true man does what he will, not what he must.

Clean hands, Sansa. Whatever you do, make certain your hands are clean." ~ Lord Petyr Baelish, Littlefinger

A frightened man is a beaten man.

There has never been a slave who did not choose to be a slave. Their choice may be between bondage and death, but the choice is always there.

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

In this world, only winter is certain

Sweet smells are sometimes used to cover foul ones.

There are some examples of medieval kings who were terrible human beings but were nevertheless good kings.

When I am writing best, I really am lost in my world. I lose track of the outside world. I have a difficult time balancing between my real world and the artificial world.

Of course you know him. Everyone knows a pear-shaped man.

She just laughed in his face and told him she'd sooner crawl in a bed with his father's leeches before she'd crawl in one with him. She stopped laughing when he put his knife in her.

'Rome' was one of my favourite shows, and I wish HBO had given it three more seasons 'cause I would have loved to continue watching it.

One of the things I love, and I'm a voracious reader as well as a writer, is books that surprise me, that are not predictable.

Don't write outlines; I hate outlines.

I had a couple of friends, but I was mostly the kid with his nose in a book.

I have a huge emotional attachment to characters I've created, especially the viewpoint characters.

I have always been a dark writer.

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

I have idea files of books that I want to write one of these days, stories I want to write one of these days, but I'll probably never get to them.

I have some other novels I want to write. I have a lot of short stories - I love the short story.

I wanted to write a big novel, something epic in scale.

I watch NFL football on Sundays. I enjoy gaming with friends, meaning role-playing games; I still enjoy going to conventions and traveling.

I worked out of Hollywood for 10 years and I had my heart broken half a dozen times, so I know all the things that can go wrong.

I wrote six pilots, none of which ever got picked up. When you stop trying, it then it falls in your lap.

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

Black moleskin gloves covered his hands; the right because it was burned, the left because a man felt half a fool wearing only one glove.

His time was past, her handmaid Irri declared. No man should live longer than his teeth.

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

Littlefinger looked like a boy who had just taken a furtive bite from a honeycomb. He was TRYING to watch for bees, but the honey was so sweet.

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

Have a care how you speak to me, Imp. Doubtless he meant to sound threatening, but that absurd wisp of a mustache ruined the effect.

The Beauty raised her eyes, the only part of her that was truly beautiful.

Schemes are like fruit, they require a certain ripening.

One of your northmen hit me with a morningstar during the battle on the Green Fork. I escaped him by falling off my horse. (Tyrion)

The High Septon once told me that as we sin, so do we suffer.

I stayed sober for this?

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

She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother’s laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves.