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.
"Man wants to be the king o' the rabbits, he best wear a pair o' floppy ears."
"I try to make the readers feel they've lived the events of the book. Just as you grieve if a friend is killed, you should grieve if a fictional character is killed. You should care. If somebody dies and you just go get more popcorn, it's a superficial experience isn't it?"
"No singer would ever make a song about that battle. No maester would ever write down an account for one of the Reader's beloved books. No banners flew, no warhorns moaned, no great lord called his men about him to hear his final ringing words. They fought in the predawn gloom, shadow against shadow, stumbling over roots and rocks, with mud and rotting leaves beneath their feet."
"Hard hands and no sense of humor makes for a bad marriage."
"It was a cruel fate, Yet not so cruel as Mago's will be. I promise you that, by the old gods and the new, by the lamb god and the horse god and every god that lives. I swear by the Mother of Mountains and the Womb of the World. Before I am done with them, Mago and Ko Jhaqo will plead for the mercy they showed Eroeh."
"Make no choice, and you have chosen. Failure to decide, because you lack the right, is itself a decision, First Councilor. In abstaining, you vote."
"The dog barked and wagged his tail. He was a huge, shaggy creature, ten stone of dog at least, but friendly. 'Who does he belong to?' asked Podrick. 'Why, to himself, and to the Seven. As to his name, he has not told me what it is. I call him Dog."
"His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night."
"I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once."
"Oh yes, it hurts at times to be alone among the stars. But it hurts a lot more to be alone at a party. A lot more."
"Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you."
"...the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.""...a ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is."
"He has a sellsword's conscience, she realized then. That is to say none at all."
"Some writers enjoy writing, I am told. Not me. I enjoy having written."
"A man is never so vulnerable in a battle as when he flees," Lord Eddard has told Jon once. "A running man is like a wounded animal to a soldier. It gets his bloodlust up."