It's death and destruction I want to bring down upon House Lannister, not scorn. Jon said.

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.

What would life be if we didn't shake and wake ourselves up once and a while

I’m a dot in the grand scheme of things. I don’t matter, not even to the other dots.

Wealth will always find their way out of societies where truth and honesty are not established into the societies where there are principles of honesty and truth.

While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.

Without a vision to guide our path, and without ambition that knows no limits, we can never build a bright future for generations to come.

When people are treated like a product, they become obsessed with materialism.

By working to get away from your circumstance you can make something better of yourself, but there’s no guarantee... But you know what? The joy of it is chasing that dream.

God of peace, you are at the center of my life, a strong refuge of peace in the whirlwind of my pain. I look to you for strength and a constant assurance of hope.

Women are not in love with me but with the picture of me on the screen. I am merely the canvas upon which the women paint their dreams.

I made an airplane out of stone. . . I always did like staying home.