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A Great Many Of The Epic Fantasies, From The Lord Of The Rings Onward, Are About War, But To My Mind, A Lot Of It Doesn't Really Deal Honestly With The Consequences Of War, What War Does To Us, As A Society, What War Does To Us, As Individuals, And The Struggle For Power, In The Same Way, And What We're Fighting For.

-George R. R. Martin

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A Great Many Of The Epic Fantasies, From The Lord Of The Rings Onward, Are About War, But To My Mind, A Lot Of It Doesn't Really Deal Honestly With The Consequences Of War, What War Does To Us, As A Society, What War Does To Us, As Individuals, And The Struggle For Power, In The Same Way, And What We're Fighting For.

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Ruling Is Hard. This Was Maybe My Answer To Tolkien, Whom, As Much As I Admire Him, I Do Quibble With. Lord Of The Rings Had A Very Medieval Philosophy: That If The King Was A Good Man, The Land Would Prosper. We Look At Real History And It's Not That Simple... Real-life Kings Had Real-life Problems To Deal With... My People Who Are Trying To Rule Don't Have An Easy Time Of It. Just Having Good Intentions Doesn't Make You A Wise King.

It Was A Hollow Victory They Gave Me. A Crown...it Was The Girl I Prayed Them For. Your Sister, Safe... And Mine Again As She Was Meant To Be. I Ask You, Ned, What Good Is It To Wear A Crown?

I Was A Journalism Major, And I Would Take Creative Writing Classes As Part Of That, But I Would Also Look For Opportunities To Write Stories For Some Of My Other Classes. So For My Course In Scandinavian History, I Asked If I Could Write Historical Fiction Instead Of Term Papers. Sometimes They’d Say Yes.

I Don't Like The Strictly Objective Viewpoint [in Which All Of The Characters' Actions Are Described In The Third Person, But We Never Hear What Any Of Them Are Thinking.] Which Is Much More Of A Cinematic Technique. Something Written In Third Person Objective Is What The Camera Sees. Because Unless You're Doing A Voiceover, Which Is Tremendously Clumsy, You Can't Hear The Ideas Of Characters. For That, We Depend On Subtle Clues That The Directors Put In And That The Actors Supply. I Can Actually Write, "'yes You Can Trust Me,' He Lied." [but It's Better To Get Inside The Characters' Heads.]

If The Day Comes When You Would Find Me Again, Give That Coin To Any Man From Braavos, And Say These Words To Him--valar Morghulis.

He Did Not Know Which Was More Painful, The Waking Or The Sleeping. When He Slept, He Dreamed: Dark Disturbing Dreams Of Blood And Broken Promises. When He Woke, There Was Nothing To Do But Think, And His Waking Thoughts Were Worse Than Nightmares.

Some Writers Enjoy Writing, I Am Told. Not Me. I Enjoy Having Written.

No Fight Is Hopeless Till It Has Been Fought.

The Things I Do For Love.

They Can Keep Their Heaven. When I Die, I’d Sooner Go To Middle Earth.

Gods Be Good, Why Would Any Man Ever Want To Be King? When Everyone Was Shouting King In The North, King In The North, I Told Myself ... Swore To Myself ... That I Would Be A Good King, As Honorable As Father, Strong, Just, Loyal To My Friends And Brave When I Faced My Enemies ... Now I Can't Even Tell One From The Other.

Speak The Name, And Death Will Come. On The Morrow, At The Turn Of The Moon, A Year From This Day, It Will Come. A Man Does Not Fly Like A Bird, But One Foot Moves And Then Another And One Day A Man Is There.

Catelyn Wanted To Run To Him, To Kiss His Sweet Brow, To Wrap Him In Her Arms So Tightly That He Would Never Come To Harm.

In Order To Get Inside Their Skin, I Have To Identify With Them. That Includes Even The Ones Who Are Complete Bastards, Nasty, Twisted, Deeply Flawed Human Beings With Serious Psychological Problems. Even Them. When I Get Inside Their Skin And Look Out Through Their Eyes, I Have To Feel A Certain - If Not Sympathy, Certainly Empathy For Them. I Have To Try To Perceive The World As They Do, And That Creates A Certain Amount Of Affection.

Fire Consumes, But Cold Preserves.

There Are Two Kinds Of Writers. There Are Architects And Gardeners. The Architects Do Blueprints Before They Drive The First Nail. The Gardeners Just Dig A Hole And Plant The Seed And See What Comes Up.

Pyp Had Stabbed A Turnip With His Knife. "the Night Is Dark And Full Of Turnips," He Announced In A Solemn Voice. "let Us All Pray For Venison, My Children, With Some Onions And A Bit Of Tasty Gravy.

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