My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.

Every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is old.

Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both.

History is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again.

Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.

Fat men take a cushion with them wherever they go.

This was how an enemy should be dealt with: with a dagger, not a declaration.

I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.""Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?""How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

The world the Citadel is building has no place in it for sorcery or prophecy or glass candles, much less for dragons.

Dreams turn to dust in light of day.

One relationship didn't work out, but that doesn't mean relationships never work out. One single experience isn't representative of all of them.

Is that all souls are for? For when we die?" "No. They're for living, too.

Kevin Feige said to me: "I don't think we've ever put an actor through quite as much as this, physically and mentally." I'll wear that as a badge of honour. It was endless.

All men have fears, but the brave put down their fears and go forward, sometimes to death, but always to victory.

Everyone has pencils in their house, no matter how hip and contemporary they are.

I am working here (in Amsterdam) on my last big triptych, which will be a tremendous story, and which gives me a more intense life and exhilaration. My God, life is worth living!

There are people who are so full of common sense that they haven't the slightest cranny left for their own sense.

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. The hands can't hit what the eyes can't see.

Of all the conditions we experience, solitude is perhaps the most misunderstood.

No one who has ever brought up a child can doubt for a moment that love is literally the life-giving fluid of human existence