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.
"We'll never find that one, and I'll be blamed," announced Edd Tollett, the dour grey-haired squire everyone called Dolorous Edd. "Nothing ever goes missing that they don't look at me, ever since that time I lost my horse. As if that could be helped. He was white and it was snowing, what did they expected."
"Over the years, more than one reviewer has described my fantasy series, 'A Song of Ice and Fire', as historical fiction about history that never happened, flavoured with a dash of sorcery and spiced with dragons. I take that as a compliment."
"I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one."
"There was part of me that wanted to see the world and travel to distant places, but I could only do it in my imagination, so I read ferociously and imagined things."
"A shy smile, strong arms, clever fingers, and two sure swords. What more could any woman want?"
"I never understood what Jaime saw in you, apart from his own reflection."
"As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons."
"Every blade of grass was carved from emerald, every drip of water turned to diamond."
"The years pass in their hundreds and their thousands, and what does any man see of life but a few summers, a few winters? We look at mountains and call them eternal, and so they seem... but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, stars fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes."
"Yes - 90% of fantasy is crap. And so is 90% of science fiction and 90% of mystery fiction and 90% of literary fiction."
"All men must die. We are but death's instruments, not death himself."
"She had no time for sleep, with the weight of the world upon her shoulders. And she feared to dream. Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night."
"Death, there will be death, aye. Your lordship lost a son at the Red Wedding. I lost four upon the Blackwater. And why? Because the Lannisters stole the throne. Go to King's Landing and look on Tommen with your own eyes, if you doubt me. A blind man could see it. What does Stannis offer you? Vengeance. Vengeance for my sons and yours, for your husbands and your fathers and your brothers. Vengeance for your murdered lord, your murdered king, your butchered princes. Vengeance!"