Citas con George R. R. Martin y A Feast for Crows

A tan poco del final de la tercera temporada de Game of Thrones, aquí les vengo a traer el tradicional post “Citas con…” del cuarto libro de la saga A Song of Ice and Fire. Todos se quedaron boquiabiertos con ese capítulo y estoy seguro que esperaran con ansias la cuarta temporada. Por lo mientras aquí les dejo las citas que más me gustaron de este libro:

• -If you cut a worm in two, you make two worms.
  -If only it worked that with apples, no one would ever need go hungry.
• The day you make them all is the day you stop improving.
• We came from sea, and to sea we must return. Open your mouth and drink deep of god’s blessing, fill your lungs with water, that you may die and be reborn. It does no good to fight.
• A man may prefer the taste of hippocras, yet if you set a tankard of ale before him, he will quaff it quick enough.
• …and no promise was as solemn as one sworn to the dead.
• A hedge knight and a robber knight are two sides of the same sword.
• I never wanted to see half things I’ve seen, and I’ve never seen half the things I wanted to. I don’t think wanting comes into it.
• Too many dragons are as dangerous as too few.
• You cannot eat love, nor buy a horse with it, nor warm your halls on a cold night.
• The mob must have its show.
• A long cold swim, for a crown you cannot keep.
• I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.
• I would sooner be flesh and blood than silks and jewels.
• No mother should outlive her children and no captain should outlive his ship.
• My enemies are everywhere and my flrends are fools.
• This is a time for beasts, […], for lions and wolves and angry dogs, for ravens and carrion crows.
• Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.
• For a mute to take a vow of silence would be akin to a legless man giving up the dance.
• If even half of what we heard was true, this was a bitter, tormented soul, a sinner who mocked both gods and men. He served, but found no pride in service. He fought, but took no joy in victory. He drank, to drown his pain in a sea of wine. He did not love, nor was he loved himself. It was hate that drove him. Though he committed many sins, he never sought forgiveness. Where other men dream of love, or wealth, or glory, this man Sandor Clegane dreamed of slaying his own brother, a sin so terrible it makes me shudder just to speak of it. Yet that was the bread that nourished him, the fuel that kept his fires burning. Ignoble as it was, the hope of seeing his brother’s blood upon his blade was all this sad and angry creature lived for… and even that was taken from him.
• Some tasks are fit for lions, he said, but foraging is best left for goats and dogs.
• That’s how they mourn. They answer death with life.
• On the gallows tree, all men are brothers.
• Dreams turn to dust in light of day.
• Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.
• Valor is a poor substitute for numbers.
• All sins may be forgiven but crimes must still be punished.
• Ser Ilyn made the perfect drinking companion. He never interrupted, never disagreed, never complained or asked for favors or told long pointless stories. All he did was drink and listen.
• If share your plans with no one, no one can’t betray you.
• Gorghan of Old Ghis once wrote that a 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 it is… and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of the prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time.