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
dream sleep dark
He did not know which was more painful, the waking or the sleeping. When he slept, he dreamed: dark disturbing dreams of blood and broken promises. When he woke, there was nothing to do but think, and his waking thoughts were worse than nightmares.
cutting men one-day
You've got a bold tongue, little man. One day, someone is like to cut it out and make you eat it.
moving games thrones
In the game of thrones, even the humblest pieces can have wills of their own. Sometimes they refuse to make the moves you've planned for them.
father eye thrones
All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes
father growing taught
Her lord father had taught her never to steal, but it was growing harder to remember why.
mother wall hair
She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon… but it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her “little sister.” She’d tell him, “I missed you,” and he’d say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.
past dust done
Great wrongs have been done you, but the past is dust. The future may yet be won ..
girl cutting should-have
Be careful you don't cut yourself. The edges are sharp enough to shave with.' 'Girls don't shave', Arya said. 'Maybe they should. Have you ever seen the septa's legs?
kissing talking voice
We were talking about the prince,' Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss. Arya knew which prince she meant: Joffrey, of course. The tall, handsome one. Sansa got to sit with him at the feast. Arya had to sit with the little fat one. Naturally.
brother wine long-ago
Jon:'What are you doing up there? Why aren't you at the feast?' Tyrion: 'Too hot, too noisy, and I'd drunk too much wine', the dwarf told him. 'I learned long ago that it is considered rude to vomit on your brother.
fear black sin
His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.
pain men world
If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice?' 'Because of men like you.
sober enough drowning
Drowning was bad enough. But drowning sad and sober, that's too cruel.
men dragons forever
A bag of dragons buys a man's silence for a while, but a well-placed quarrel buys it forever.