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
daughter kings clever
The gods made the earth for all men t' share. Only when the kings come with their crowns and steel swords, they claimed it was all theirs. "My trees," they said, "you can't eat them apples. My stream, you can't fish here. My wood, you're not t' hunt. My earth, my water, my castle, my daughter, keep your hands away or I'll chop 'em off, but maybe if you kneel t' me I'll let you have a sniff." You call us thieves, but at least a thief has t' be brave and clever and quick. A kneeler only has t' kneel.
kings names islands
Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK.
leadership kings men
Man wants to be the king o' the rabbits, he best wear a pair o' floppy ears.
old-friends stories used
Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.
flavor sauce fool
Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence.
flames shadow casts
The brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.
graves clash-of-kings
He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.
shoes trying nails
There’s part of me that loves words. But sometimes it feels like you’re trying to drive nails with your shoe.
happy-endings distrust conventional
I have an instinctual distrust of conventional happy endings.
winter cold cool-weather
Nothing burns like the cold.
book sleep healing
Sleep is good, he said, And books are better.
love-is lust poison
Love is madness, and lust is poison.
diversity different thrones
Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.
kindness lying flower
He pushed himself to his feet. “Don’t lie, Sansa. I am malformed, scarred, and small, but…” she could see him groping “…abed, when the candles are blown out, I am made no worse than other men. In the dark, I am the Knight of Flowers.” He took a draught of wine. “I am generous. Loyal to those who are loyal to me. I’ve proven I’m no craven. And I am cleverer than most, surely wits count for something. I can even be kind. Kindness is not a habit with us Lannisters, I fear, but I know I have some somewhere. I could be… I could be good to you.