The gods are blind and men see only what they wish.

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.

And fragile is thy tenure of this worldStill haunted by the monstrous ghost of God.("To Science")

GRACEGRACE is the GIFT of God's Riches' the PEACE of God, The LOVE of God, The HOPE of God.

Rain, rain falling downDown, down on the goundAll the birds go in the treesThey don't like the rain, you see.

Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.

You know people. Most of them don’t hear anything. Those who hear - don’t listen. A few who listen - don’t understand. And those who could understand… they don’t care.

Fares are higher [and] people don't travel as much. If they don't do that, it doesn't have the trickle down effect into the economy and the other sectors.

One ought to be against racism and sexism because they are wrong, not because one is black or one is female.

Too many of you, my friends, are dying. Now it's time for me to do my part and help you.

Art degraded, Imagination denied.

The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality.