Hatred does not stir the stone men half so much as hunger.

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.

Men don't fight for what is theirs. They work for it and they love it with all their hearts. When they do that, they want for nothing.

Can nothing change what is about to happen

Every moment brings us some benediction. Even the rough hand of trial holds in its clasp for us some treasure of love.

The reason our souls hunger so is that the life we could be living so far exceeds our strangest dreams.

Breaking out is following your bliss pattern, quitting the old place, starting your hero journey, following your bliss. You throw off yesterday as the snake sheds its skin.

I have started my own foundation. It's called Follow Your Art. It's at its infancy but my goal is to mentor teenage girls through one of the most difficult times in their lives.

Every new thing is a result of everything you wrote before.

And he departed from our sight that we might return to our hearts and find him there. For he left us, and behold, he is here.

I also think that filmmakers understand, we don't have to make twenty movies a year, we make four to six.

Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?