George R. R. Martin
George R. R. Martin
George Raymond Richard Martin, often referred to as GRRM, is an American novelist and short-story writer in the fantasy, horror, and science fiction genres, a screenwriter, and television producer. He is best known for his international bestselling series of epic fantasy novels, A Song of Ice and Fire, which was later adapted into the HBO dramatic series Game of Thrones...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth20 September 1948
CountryUnited States of America
wall men light
I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.
hands laughing lips
she would die as she had lived, with an axe in her hand and a laugh upon her lips.
desperation folly hard
Folly and desperation are ofttimes hard to tell apart.
hands giving tyrion
The Gods give with one hand and take with the other.
mouths babe
Wisdom oft comes from the mouth of babes.
wind ends
In the end words are just wind.
father thinking glaciers
His sister liked to think of herself as Lord Tywin with teats, but she was wrong. Their father had been as relentless and implacable as a glacier, where Cercei was all wildfire, especially when thwarted.
summer winter long
A long summer always meant a long winter to come.
doubt weakness no-fear
I must show no fear, no weakness, no doubt.
despair garments ifs
She had put despair and fear aside, as if they were garments she did not choose to wear.
dream pain real
but the real enemy is the cold. It steals up on you quieter than Will, and at first you shiver and your teeth chatter and you stamp your feet and dream of mulled wine and nice hot fires. It burns, it does. Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don't have the strength to fight it. It's easier just to sit down ot go to sleep. They say you don't feel any pain toward the end. First you go weak and drowsy, and everything starts to fade, and then it's like sinking into a sea of warm milk. Peaceful, like.
prayer able done
Any act can be a prayer, if done as well as we are able.
joy faces rage
There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.
ivory skins steel
My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.