A Storm of Swords 2: Blood and Gold

You are grown so very great now, yet the higher a man climbs the farther he has to fall.

I do so hope he plays us 'The Rains of Castamere.' It has been an hour. I've forgotten how it goes.

Any man who must say 'I am king' is no true king at all.

Still, night falls for all of us in the end, and too soon for some.

Her big hand wrapped tight around Oathkeeper. "I will. And I will find the girl and keep her safe. For her lady mother's sake. And for yours.

He might as well wish for another thousand men, and maybe a dragon or three.

Hoooodor," said Hodor, swaying. "Hooooooodor, hoooooodor, hoDOR, hoDOR, hoDOR." Sometimes he liked to do this, just saying his name different ways, over and over and over.

Jaime gave her [Brienne] a hard smile. "See, wench? We know each other too well.

A valiant deed unsung is no less valiant.

The world was simpler in those days, Jaime thought, and men as well as swords were made of finer steel. Or was it only that he had been fifteen? They were all in their graves now, the Sword of the Morning and the Smiling Knight, the White Bull and Prince Lewyn, Ser Oswell Whent with his black humor, earnest Jon Darry, Simon Toyne and his Kingswood Brotherhood, bluff old Sumner Crakehall. And me, that boy I was … when did he die, I wonder? When I donned the white cloak? When I opened Aerys’s throat? That boy had wanted to be Ser Arthur Dayne, but someplace along the way he had become the Smiling Knight instead.

For Phyllis who made me put dragons in

The dwarf has risen from the dead, Tyrion thought. And look, he's uglier than ever, run tell your friends.

If you keep all your treasures in one purse, you only make it easier for those who would rob you.

I wish it was all a dream. Then I could wake up.

The world grows a little darker every day.

Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we bever mindedn if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she use to saym you have to visit them from time to time.

I was very sorry to hear about your losses. Your brother was a terrible traitor, I know, but if we start killing men at weddings they'll be more frightened of marriage than they are presently. (Olenna Tyrell to Sansa Stark

Nothing but this: I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had.” He turned to face the hall, that sea of pale faces. “I wish I had enough poison for you all. You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, yet there it is. I am innocent, but I will get no justice here. You leave me no choice but to appeal to the gods. I demand trial by battle.

In King’s Landing, there are two sorts of people. The players and the pieces.

Robb, listen to me. Once you have eaten of his bread and salt, you have the guest right, and the laws of hospitality protect you beneath his roof.

Sobbing, Sam took another step. This is the last one, the very last, I can't go on, I can't. But his feet moved again. One and then the other. They took a step, and then another, and he thought, They're not my feet, they're someone else's, someone else is walking, it can't be me.

What we want is not always what we get.

A sword so fine must bear a name. It would please me if you would call this one Oathkeeper.

Jaime watched her eyes. Pretty eyes, he thought, and calm.

Seventeen, and beautiful, and already a legend. Half the girls in the Seven Kingdom want to bed him, and all the boys want to be him.

Noooo," Cersei wailed, "Father help him, someone help him, my son, my son...'Tyrian found himself thinking of Robb Stark. My own wedding is looking much better in hindsight.

There are fights no sword can win, Catelyn wanted to tell him, but she feared the king was deaf to such words.

So go to sleep, my little Brandon, my baby boy. You needn’t fear. There are no monsters here.

A veces, los más grandes estúpidos son más astutos que los que se ríen de ellos.

«Hay peleas que no se pueden ganar con la espada»