The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home.
George R.R. MartinIt was never wise for a ruler to eschew the trappings of power, for power itself flows in no small measure from such trappings.
George R.R. MartinJon Snow had dreamed of leading men to glory just as King Daeron had, of growing up to be a conqueror. Now he was a man grown and the Wall was his, yet all he had were doubts. He could not even seem to conquer those.
George R.R. MartinAlways the wall, keeping him apart, this man who was a first-name friend to everyone and an intimate to none. And on it, it was almost as if there were a sign that read, THIS FAR YOU GO, and no further.
George R.R. MartinHe raised his eyes. "Sister. See. This time I knew you."
Asha's heart skipped a beat. "Theon?"
His lips skinned back in what might have been a grin. Half his teeth were gone, and half those still left him were broken and splintered. "Theon," he repeated. "My name is Theon. You have to know your name.
I'm not him, I'm not the turncloak, he died at Winterfell. My name is Reek, It rhymes with freak
George R.R. MartinI think there are two types of writers, the architects and the gardeners. The architects plan everything ahead of time, like an architect building a house. They know how many rooms are going to be in the house, what kind of roof they're going to have, where the wires are going to run, what kind of plumbing there's going to be. They have the whole thing designed and blueprinted out before they even nail the first board up. The gardeners dig a hole, drop in a seed and water it. They kind of know what seed it is, they know if planted a fantasy seed or mystery seed or whatever. But as the plant comes up and they water it, they don't know how many branches it's going to have, they find out as it grows. And I'm much more a gardener than an architect.
George R.R. MartinTags: writing writers writing-craft craft writers-on-writing writing-process gardener architect
La noche se avecina, ahora empieza mi guardia. No terminará hasta el día de mi muerte. No tomaré esposa, no poseeré tierras, no engendraré hijos. No llevaré corona, no alcanzaré la gloria. Viviré y moriré en mi puesto. Soy la espada en la oscuridad. Soy el vigilante del Muro. Soy el fuego que arde contra el frío, la luz que trae el amanecer, el cuerno que despierta a los durmientes, el escudo que defiende los reinos de los hombres. Entrego mi vida y mi honor a la Guardia de la Noche, durante esta noche y todas las que estén por venir.
George R.R. MartinIf a man does not use his member it grows smaller and smaller until one day he wants to piss and cannot find it.
George R.R. MartinHeed the wisdom of those who love you best.
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