When your womb quickens again, and you bear a living child, then he will return, and not before.

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.

How many great gems were lost to thoughtand not put down to pen.You can but think of just a fewand then they're lost again.

Chose your love, love your choice.

He’s weak, afraid and dumber than your dog. Besides, you gonna bet the farm on a pig?The Alien Club

I feel so sorry for younger actors who aren't able to have the opportunities that I had, starting out in repertory theatre. It's really tough on young actors now.

I can see time," whispered Mogget, so softly that his words were lost.

You always get apprehensive before you do shoots.

If the world does need to repopulate at some point, the announcing team of Rob Lowe and Sofia Vergara, I think, would make very pleasant children.

It is said that life is too short, and that’s quite true, unless you are lonely. Loneliness can bring time to its knees; an absolute and utter standstill.

The avarice of the old: it's absurd to increase one's luggage as one nears the journey's end.

But they woke him with words, their cruel bright weapons.