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  • #1
    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 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

  • #2
    Cormac McCarthy
    “Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
    Cormac McCarthy, The Road

  • #3
    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

  • #4
    Cormac McCarthy
    “Only now is the child finally divested of all that he has been. His origins are become remote as is his destiny and not again in all the world's turning will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man's will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay.”
    Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

  • #5
    George R.R. Martin
    “Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.”
    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

  • #6
    Cormac McCarthy
    “You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.”
    Cormac McCarthy, The Road

  • #8
    Cormac McCarthy
    “There is no God and we are his prophets.”
    Cormac McCarthy, The Road

  • #9
    Cormac McCarthy
    “Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.”
    Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

  • #10
    Cormac McCarthy
    “He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”
    Cormac McCarthy, The Road

  • #11
    Cormac McCarthy
    “Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.”
    Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

  • #12
    Cormac McCarthy
    “You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else.”
    Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

  • #13
    Cormac McCarthy
    “War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.”
    Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

  • #14
    Cormac McCarthy
    “The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

    The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man's mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.”
    Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

  • #15
    Cormac McCarthy
    “He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.”
    Cormac McCarthy, The Road

  • #16
    Cormac McCarthy
    “You have to carry the fire."
    I don't know how to."
    Yes, you do."
    Is the fire real? The fire?"
    Yes it is."
    Where is it? I don't know where it is."
    Yes you do. It's inside you. It always was there. I can see it.”
    Cormac McCarthy, The Road

  • #17
    Cormac McCarthy
    “If only my heart were stone.”
    Cormac McCarthy, The Road

  • #18
    Cormac McCarthy
    “The point is there ain't no point.”
    Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

  • #19
    Cormac McCarthy
    “Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire.”
    Cormac McCarthy, The Road

  • #20
    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

  • #21
    George R.R. Martin
    “Black and white and grey, all the shades of truth.”
    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

  • #22
    George R.R. Martin
    “My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

  • #23
    George R.R. Martin
    “There are no heroes...in life, the monsters win.”
    George R. R. Martin

  • #24
    Oscar Wilde
    “The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #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. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #26
    George R.R. Martin
    “Every man must die, Jon Snow. But first he must live.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

  • #27
    George R.R. Martin
    “Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

  • #28
    George R.R. Martin
    “When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east," she said sadly. "When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When my womb quickens again, and I bear a living child. Then you will return, my sun-and-stars, and not before." -Daenerys Targaryen”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #29
    George R.R. Martin
    “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.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #30
    George R.R. Martin
    “When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.”
    George R.R. Martin

  • #31
    George R.R. Martin
    “She stood on the end of the dock, pale and goosefleshed and shivering in the fog. In her hand, Needle seemed to whisper to her. Stick them with the pointy end, it said, and, don’t tell Sansa! Mikken’s mark was on the blade. It’s just a sword. If she needed a sword, there were a hundred under the temple. Needle was too small to be a proper sword, it was hardly more than a toy. She’d been a stupid little girl when Jon had it made for her. “It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time . . .
    . . . but it wasn’t.
    Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows



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