George Raymond Richard Martin (born September 20, 1948) is an American writer of fantasy and science fiction, best known for A Song of Ice and Fire, the epic saga adapted into Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon. Growing up in modest means in Bayonne, New Jersey, he combined early work in journalism with a love of speculative fiction and historical depth. With multiple Hugo and Nebula awards, he has shaped modern fantasy by melding complex characters, political intrigue, and moral ambiguity. His storytelling reaches a global audience, inspiring readers and creators alike to imagine richly, write boldly, and believe in worlds beyond ours.
"That's one way we differ, Jaime and I. He's taller as well, you may have noticed."
"They laughed at him, but they didn't know, they didn't know about all the nice things he had. No one knew. No one. Only someday he'd see somebody different, somebody to give his things to, somebody who would give him all their things. Yes. He'd like that. He'd know her when he saw her. He'd know just what to say."
"The wolf blood, Arya remembered now. I'll be as strong as Robb, I said I would. She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. 'I am a direwolf, and done with the wooden teeth."
"Go Ahead, call me all the names you want," Sansa said airily. "You won't dare when I'm married to Joffrey. You'll have to bow and call me Your Grace." She shrieked as Arya flung the orange across the table. It caught her in the middle of the forehead with a wet squish and plopped down into her lap."You have juice on your face, Your Grace ," Arya said."
"...Prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is... and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams... Prophecy will bite your prick off everytime."
"A mountain is not a man, though, and a stone is a mountain's daughter. I trust myself, and I trust my mules. I won't fall."
"They were in a long line, an endless line, and as they burst from the wood there was an instant, the smallest part of a heartbeat, when all Catelyn saw was the moonlight on the point of their lance, as if a thousand willowisps were coming down the ridge, wreathed in silver. Then she blinked, and they were only men, rushing down to kill or die."
"The ground was so far below him, he could barely make it out through the grey mists that whirled around him, but he could feel how fast he was falling, and he knew what was waiting for him down there. Even in dreams, you could not fall forever. He would wake up in the instant before he hit the ground, he knew. You always woke in the instant before you hit the ground."
"In the closeness of the passage, the queen could smell the other woman's perfume, a musky scent that spoke of moss and earth and wildflowers. Under it, she smelled ambition."
"Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father's head. Sansa would never make that mistake again."
"Dream anything hard enough, and it can be yours."
"A bruise is a lesson... and each lesson makes us better."
"My lord father used to say a man should never draw his sword unless he means to use it."
"The comic book is not the book. the graphic novel is not the novel. The same, of course, is true of films and television. When we move a story from one medium to another, no matter how faithful we attempt to be, some changes are inevitable. Each medium has its own demands, own restrictions, its own way of telling a story."
"Look at me!" he would shout as he ran laughing through the halls of Storm's End. "Look at me, I'm a dragon," or "Look at me, I'm a wizard," or "Look at me, look at me, I'm the rain."
"Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths."
"A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one."
"It's death and destruction I want to bring down upon House Lannister, not scorn. Jon said."
"Sometimes," Catelyn said slowly, "the best thing you can do is nothing. When I first came to Winterfell, I was hurt whenever Ned went to the godwood to sit beneath his heart tree. Part of his soul was in that tree, I know, a part I would never share. Yet, without that part, I soon realized, he would not have been Ned. Jeyne, child, you have wed the north, as I did ... and in the north, the winters will come." She tried to smile."Be patient. Be understanding. He loves you and he needs you, and he will come back to you soon enough. This very night, perhaps. Be there when he does. That is all I can tell you."
"You don't just have people who wake up in the morning and say, "What evil things can I do today, because I'm Mr. Evil?" People do things for what they think are justified reasons. Everybody is the hero of their own story, and you have to keep that in mind. If you read a lot of history, as I do, even the worst and most monstrous people thought they were the good guys. We're all very tangled knots."
"You wear your honor like a suit of armor... You think it keeps you safe, but all it does is weigh you down and make it hard for you to move."
"Cats never weep, she told herself, no more than wolves. It's just a stupid dream."