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  • #1
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #2
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Not all those who wander are lost.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #3
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #4
    George R.R. Martin
    “... a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #5
    George R.R. Martin
    “A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

  • #6
    George R.R. Martin
    “Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #7
    George R.R. Martin
    “Winter is coming.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #8
    George R.R. Martin
    “The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ... for a moment at least ... that long magic moment before we wake.

    Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

    We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

    They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to middle Earth.”
    George R.R. Martin

  • #9
    George R.R. Martin
    “When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #10
    George R.R. Martin
    “When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #11
    George R.R. Martin
    “And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #12
    George R.R. Martin
    “They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-earth.”
    George R.R. Martin

  • #13
    George R.R. Martin
    “If I look back I am lost.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #14
    George R.R. Martin
    “My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer and I have my mind...and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone if it is to keep its edge. That's why I read so much Jon Snow.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #15
    George R.R. Martin
    “You are your mother's trueborn son of Lannister."

    "Am I?" the dwarf replied, sardonic. "Do tell my lord father. My mother died birthing me, and he's never been sure."

    "I don't even know who my mother was," Jon said.

    "Some woman, no doubt. Most of them are." He favored Jon with a rueful grin. "Remember this, boy. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs."

    And with that he turned and sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune.

    When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #16
    George R.R. Martin
    “How could I not love him, after that? That is not to say that I approved of all he did, or much enjoyed the company of the man that he became... but every little girl needs a big brother to protect her. Tywin was big even when he was little.” She gave a sigh. “Who will protect us now?”
    Jaime kissed her cheek. “He left a son.”
    “Aye, he did. That is what I fear the most, in truth.”
    That was a queer remark. “Why should you fear?”
    “Jaime,” she said, tugging on his ear, “sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna’s breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there’s some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin’s son, not you. I said so once to your father’s face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

  • #17
    George R.R. Martin
    “She has the blood of a wolf,” said Joffrey.
    “And you have the wits of a goose,” said Tyrion.
    “You can’t talk to me that way. The king can do as he likes.”
    “Aerys Targaryen did as he liked. Has you mother ever told you what happened to him?”
    Ser Boros Blount harrumphed. “No man threatens His Grace in the presence of the Kingsguard.”
    Tyrion Lannister raised an eyebrow. “I am not threating the king, ser, I am educating my nephew. Bronn, Timett, the next time Ser Boros opens his mouth, kill him.” The dwarf smiled. “Now that was a threat, ser. See the difference?”
    George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

  • #18
    George R.R. Martin
    “We Lannisters do have a certain pride," said Tyrion Lannister.

    “Pride?” Catelyn snapped. His mocking tone and easy manner made her angry. “Arrogance, some might call it. Arrogance and avarice and lust for power.”

    “My brother is undoubtedly arrogant,” Tyrion Lannister replied. “My father is the soul of avarice, and my sweet sister Cersei lusts for power with every waking breath. I, however, am innocent as a little lamb. Shall I bleat for you?” He grinned.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #19
    George R.R. Martin
    “The Lord of Winterfell would always be a Stark”
    George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

  • #20
    George R.R. Martin
    “„You're Ned Stark's bastard, aren't you?“
    Jon felt a coldness pass right through him. He pressed his lips together and said nothing.
    „Did I offend you?“ Lannister said. „Sorry. Dwarfs don't have to be tactful. Generations of capering fools in motley have won me the right to dress badly and say any damn thing that comes into my head.“ He grinned. „You are the bastard, though.“
    „Lord Eddard Stark is my father,“ Jon admitted stiffly.
    Lannister studied his face. „Yes,“ he said. „I can see it. You have more of the north in you than your brothers.“
    „Half brothers,“ Jon corrected. He was pleased by the dwarf's comment, but he tried not to let it show.
    „Let me give you some counsel, bastard,“ Lannister said. „Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strenght. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.“
    Jon was in no mood for anyone's counsel. „What do you know about being a bastard?“
    „All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes.“
    „You are your mother's trueborn son of Lannister.“
    „Am I?“ the dwarf replied, sardonic. „Do tell my lord father. My mother died birthing me, and he's never been sure.“
    „I don't even know who my mother was,“ Jon said.
    „Some woman, no doubt. Most of them are.“ He favored Jon with a rueful grin. „Remember this, boy. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs.“ And with that he turned and sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune. When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #21
    George R.R. Martin
    “Sleep is good, he said, and books are better.”
    George R. R. Martin

  • #22
    George R.R. Martin
    “Bran thought about it. 'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?'
    'That is the only time a man can be brave,' his father told him.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #23
    George R.R. Martin
    “Fear cuts deeper than swords.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #24
    George R.R. Martin
    “Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #25
    George R.R. Martin
    “Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire, 5-Book Boxed Set: A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, A Dance with Dragons

  • #26
    George R.R. Martin
    “The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #27
    George R.R. Martin
    “Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #28
    George R.R. Martin
    “The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #29
    George R.R. Martin
    “Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #30
    George R.R. Martin
    “What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms . . . or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones



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