George R. R. Martin Quotes

Now they have started the aggression, and the extinction of our nation is imminent. If we just fold our arms and yield to them, I would have no face to see our ancestors after death. If we must perish, why not fight to the death?

Til shade is gone, til water is gone Into the shadow with teeth bared Screaming defiance with the last breath To spit in Sightblinder’s eye on the Last Day.

You give me electric chair. I no afraid of that chair! You're one of capitalists. You is crook man too. Put me in electric chair. I no care!

If it is nothingness that awaits us, let us make an injustice of it; let us fight against destiny, even though without hope of victory.

Come on, fire bullets at me. I am prepared to die for the sake of the people.

Better to die on one's feet than live on one’s knees., Mejor morir a pie que vivir rodillas.

You try to force me to do a dishonorable act, contrary to the law as I see it, and against my conscience, and rather than do your bidding I'll suffer my right arm torn from the socket.... I regard you as a damn villain, and get out of my office, or, damn you, I'll kick you out.

Liberty’s in every blow! Let us do or die!

When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)

I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.

Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

The little boy smiled back at all the angry faces glaring in at him. And the little boy blew kisses.

This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.

One had better die fighting against injustice than die like a dog or a rat in a trap.

And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and then pulls him back. What enemy do we now perceive advancing against us, you whom I ride now, as we stand pawing this stretch of pavement? It is death. Death is the enemy. It is death against whom I ride with my spear couched and my hair flying back like a young man's, like Percival's, when he galloped in India. I strike spurs into my horse. Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!

To die hating them, that was freedom.

Then die. We must all do that. But die, as they say, game.

Humans have discovered that they cannot stop Death, but at least they can spit in his drink.

Rage, rage against the dying light.

I had 2 choices, be silent and get killed, or speak up and be killed, I chose the second option.

I felt that one had better die fighting against injustice than to die like a dog or rat in a trap. I had already determined to sell my life as dearly as possible if attacked. I felt if I could take one lyncher with me, this would even up the score a little bit.

The sun will shine on those who stand before it shines on those who kneel under them.

Tyranny is tyranny, no matter what its form; the free man will resist it if his courage serves.

When time and need require, we should resist with all our might, and prefer death to slavery and disgrace.