If every woman had a direwolf, men would be much sweeter.

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.

Men live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all we know of the days to come.

The strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of the earth. Darkness will be your cloak, your shield, your mother's milk. Darkness will make you strong.

She never forgets a slight, real or imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. And she is greedy. Greedy for power, for honour, for love.

Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.

Men's lives have meaning, not their deaths.

Small men oft feel a need to prove their courage with unseemly boasts, " he declared. "I doubt if he could kill a duck."Tyrion shrugged. "Fetch the duck.

He'll be down with the books. My old septon used to say books are dead men talking. Dead men should keep quiet is what I say. No one wants to hear a dead man's yabber.

Gold has its uses, but war is won with iron.

Dreams can lie, your Grace.

Our tenderness, compassion and kindness go with sensitive generous heart that should not be abused by others.

Small men, seeking great wealth or power, have too often and too long turned even the highest levels of public service into mere personal opportunity.

[During the Renaissance] the Italians said, "We are one in the Father: we will go back." The Northern races said, "We are one in Christ, we will go on.

There is absolutely nothing in what Jesus himself or his early followers taught that suggests you can decide just to enjoy forgiveness at Jesus' expense and have nothing more to do with him.

There's an image of Rapunzel free, flying in the air, as a sunburst, which says so much. This is a girl who has to get out and bless the world.

A two-pound turkey and a fifty-pound cranberry-that's Thanksgiving dinner at Three Mile Island.

Life, I've learned, is never fair. If they teach anything in schools, that should be it.

I started off as a journalist when I was young and I did not get paid unless I wrote three stories a day.

So I kiss him, and there is the great dark sea ahead.

Nature intended me for the tranquil pursuits of science by rendering them my supreme delight.