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All Fiction, If It's Successful, Is Going To Appeal To The Emotions. Emotion Is Really What Fiction Is All About. That's Not To Say Fiction Can't Be Thoughtful, Or Present Some Interesting Or Provocative Ideas To Make Us Think. But If You Want To Present An Intellectual Argument, Nonfiction Is A Better Tool. You Can Drive A Nail With A Shoe But A Hammer Is A Better Tool For That. But Fiction Is About Emotional Resonance, About Making Us Feel Things On A Primal And Visceral Level.

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George R. R. Martin

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All Fiction, If It's Successful, Is Going To Appeal To The Emotions. Emotion Is Really What Fiction Is All About. That's Not To Say Fiction Can't Be Thoughtful, Or Present Some Interesting Or Provocative Ideas To Make Us Think. But If You Want To Present An Intellectual Argument, Nonfiction Is A Better Tool. You Can Drive A Nail With A Shoe But A Hammer Is A Better Tool For That. But Fiction Is About Emotional Resonance, About Making Us Feel Things On A Primal And Visceral Level.

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Sooner Would Be Better Than Later, And Now Would Be Better Than Sooner." - Tyrion

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There Is No Shame In Loving. If Your Septons Say There Is, Your Seven Gods Must Be Demons. In The Isles We Know Better. Our Gods Gave Us Legs To Run With, Noses To Smell With, Hands To Touch And Feel. What Mad Cruel God Would Give A Man Eyes And Tell Him He Must Forever Keep Them Shut, And Never Look At All The Beauty In The World? Only A Monster God, A Demon Of The Darkness.

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Fantasy Is Silver And Scarlet, Indigo And Azure, Obsidian Veined With Gold And Lapis Lazuli.

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He Never Wanted Love, Though. You Cannot Eat Love, Nor Buy A Horse With It, Nor Warm Your Halls On A Cold Night.

As Faulkner Says, All Of Us Have The Capacity In Us For Great Good And For Great Evil, For Love But Also For Hate. I Wanted To Write Those Kinds Of Complex Character In A Fantasy, And Not Just Have All The Good People Get Together To Fight The Bad Guy.

Let His Sword Break And His Shield Shatter, Sansa Thought Coldly As She Shoved Out Through The Doors, Let His Courage Fail Him And Every Man Desert Him.

Remember This, Boy. All Dwarfs May Be Bastards, Yet Not All Bastards Need Be Dwarfs." And With That He Turned And Sauntered Back Into The Feast, Whistling A Tune. When He Opened The Door, The Light From Within Threw His Shadow Clear Across The Yard, And For Just A Moment Tyrion Lannister Stood Tall As A King.

Jon Snow: I'm Not Afraid To Die. Mormont: Nor Life, I Hope.

Turtles Have Always Been My Sigil, I Suppose. When I Was A Kid, Growing Up In Bayonne, Nj, I Lived In A Federal Housing Project, And We Were Not Allowed To Have A Dog Or Cats. The Only Pets I Could Have Were Turtles. So, I Had An Entire Toy Castle Filled With Dime-store Turtles. I Gave Them All Names, And Since They Were Living In A Toy Castle, I Decided They Were All Knights And Kingsand I Made Up Stories About How They Killed Each Other And Betrayed Each Other And Fought For The Kingdom. So, Game Of Thrones, Actually Began With Turtles. I Decided Later To Recast It With Actual Human Beings.

You Are An Honest And Honorable Man...ofttimes I Forget That. I Have Met So Few Of Them In My Life.

The Lord Of Light In His Wisdom Made Us Male And Female, Two Parts Of A Greater Whole. In Our Joining There Is Power. Power To Make Life. Power To Make Light. Power To Cast Shadows.

There Are Things To Be Learned Even From The Dead.

Nothing. My Father Is Very Good At Doing Nothing. He Calls It Thinking.

The Things I Do For Love.

Those Are Brave Men," He Told Ser Balon In Admiration. "let's Go Kill Them.

You Lie. Worse, You Lie Poorly.

The Storms Come And Go, The Waves Crash Overhead, The Big Fish Eat The Little Fish, And I Keep On Paddling. (varys)

Be Careful You Don't Cut Yourself. The Edges Are Sharp Enough To Shave With.' 'girls Don't Shave', Arya Said. 'maybe They Should. Have You Ever Seen The Septa's Legs?

Mother Said," Mocked The King. "don't Be Childish." "we're Children," Myrcella Declared Haughtily. "we're Supposed To Be Childish." The Hound Laughed. "she Has You There.

Her Lord Father Had Taught Her Never To Steal, But It Was Growing Harder To Remember Why.

His Snores Sounded Like Ducks Mating.

A Lord Must Learn That Sometimes Words Can Accomplish What Swords Cannot.

He Understood The Way That You Could Sometimes Fall Right Into Them, As If Each Page Was A Hole Into Another World.

This World Is Twisted Beyond Hope, When Lowborn Smugglers Must Vouch For The Honor Of Kings.

Tears, She Said Scornfully To Sansa As The Woman Was Led From The Hall. The Woman's Weapon, My Lady Mother Used To Call Them. The Man's Weapon Is A Sword. And That Tells Us All You Need To Know, Doesn't It?

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.

Always Keep Your Foes Confused. If They Are Never Certain Who You Are Or What You Want, They Cannot Know What You Are Like To Do Next. Sometimes The Best Way To Baffle Them Is To Make Moves That Have No Purpose, Or Even Seem To Work Against You. Remember That, Sansa, When You Come To Play The Game.” “what . . . What Game?” “the Only Game. The Game Of Thrones.” -(littlefinger)

Valar Morghulis - All Men Must Die.

Winter Is Coming

Tyrion Let The Eunuch Help Him Mount. "lord Varys," He Said From The Saddle, "sometimes I Feel As Though You Are The Best Friend I Have In King's Landing And Sometimes I Feel You Are My Worst Enemy." "how Odd. I Think Quite The Same Of You.

A Man Does Not Need To Be A Wizard To Know Truth From Falsehood, Not If He Has Eyes. You Need Only Learn To Read A Face. Look At The Eyes. The Mouth. The Muscles Here, At The Corners Of The Jaw, And Here, Where The Neck Joins The Shoulders.

Will You Make A Song For Him?' The Woman Asked. 'he Has A Song,' The Man Replied. 'he Is The Prince That Was Promised, And His Is The Song Of Ice And Fire.

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.

Historical Fiction Is Not History. You're Blending Real Events And Actual Historical Personages With Characters Of Your Own Creation.

I'm Honest. It's The World That's Awful.

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If You Die Before You Say Her Name, Ser, I Will Hunt You Through All Seven Hells.

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His Eyes Were Open Wounds Beneath His Heavy Brows, A Blue As Dark As The Sea By Night.

And All Was Black And Still, And Black And Cold, And Black And Dead, And Black.

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He Had Found Over The Years That Silence Sometimes Yielded More Than Questions. And So It Was This Time.

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Any Act Can Be A Prayer, If Done As Well As We Are Able.

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The Unseen Enemy Is Always The Most Fearsome.

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Shagga Son Of Dolf Likes This Not. Shagga Will Go With The Boyman, And If The Boyman Lies, Shagga Will Chop Off His Manhood-" "-and Feed It To The Goats, Yes," Tyrion Said Wearily.

I Just Need To Rest, That’s All, To Rest And Sleep Some, And Maybe Die A Little.

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O Medo Corta Mais Profundamente Do Que As Espadas.

A Crown Should Not Sit Easy On The Head.

I Watch Nfl Football On Sundays. I Enjoy Gaming With Friends, Meaning Role-playing Games; I Still Enjoy Going To Conventions And Traveling.

A Man Agrees With God As A Raindrop Agrees With The Storm

What Do We Say To The Lord Of Death?" "not Today.

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And Pray That He Is The Man I Think He Is, He Finished Silently, And Not The Man I Fear He Has Become.

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The Beauty Raised Her Eyes, The Only Part Of Her That Was Truly Beautiful.

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The Best Calumnies Are Spiced With Truth.

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Everyone Who Isn't Us Is An Enemy." - Cersei

In The End Words Are Just Wind.

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Wine Makes All Things Possible.

I Thank You For Calling Them Off, Young Ser. I Promise You, They Would Have Found Me Indigestible.

I Was Just A Kid Selling Monster Stories To The Kids In The Projects, Complete With A Dramatic Reading, Making The Werewolf Sounds. My Career Was Aborted Early On Because One Of My Main Customers Started To Have Nightmares And His Mother Came To My Mother And My Mother Shut Down My Whole Business.

She Had Never Loved Him So Much As She Did In That Instant.

All Dwarfs May Be Bastards Yet Not All Bastards Are Dwarfs.

Song Of Ice And Fire

He Pushed Away From Her And Raised His Arm, Forcing His Stump Into Her Face. "a Hand Without A Hand? A Bad Jape, Sister. Don't Ask Me To Rule.

There Has Never Been A Slave Who Did Not Choose To Be A Slave. Their Choice May Be Between Bondage And Death, But The Choice Is Always There.

The Man Who Never Reads Lives Only One.

The Sun Will Soon Be Setting, And Corpses Make Poor Company By Night. These Were Dark And Dangerous Men, Alive. I Doubt That Death Will Have Improved Them.

Sorcery Is The Sauce Fools Spoon Over Failure To Hide The Flavor Of Their Own Incompetence.

They'll Kill For That Knighthood, But Don't Ever Think They'll Die For It.

The White Horse And The Black One Wheeled Like Lovers At A Harvest Dance, The Riders Throwing Steel In Place Of Kisses.

A Bag Of Dragons Buys A Man's Silence For A While, But A Well-placed Quarrel Buys It Forever.

I Wrote Six Pilots, None Of Which Ever Got Picked Up. When You Stop Trying, It Then It Falls In Your Lap.

We Look Up At The Same Stars And See Such Different Things." - Jon Snow

The Common People Pray For Rain, Healthy Children And A Summer That Never Ends. It Is No Matter To Them If The High Lords Play Their Game Of Thrones, So Long As They Are Left In Peace.

Sometimes The Best Way To Baffle Them Is To Make Moves That Have No Purpose, Or Even Seem To Work Against You

Don’t Call Me Lord Snow.” The Dwarf Lifted An Eyebrow. “would You Rather Be Called The Imp? Let Them See That Their Words Can Cut You And You’ll Never Be Free Of The Mockery. If They Want To Give You A Name Take It Make It Your Own. Then They Can’t Hurt You With It Anymore.

You Are The Blood Of The Dragon. You Can Make A Hat.

The Women Are The Strong Ones, Truly.

You Were Made To Be Kissed, Often And Well.

The Letter . . . What Did Your Lords Make Of It, I Wonder?” Stannis Snorted. “celtigar Pronounced It Admirable. If I Showed Him The Contents Of My Privy, He Would Declare That Admirable As Well.

My Skin Has Turned To Porcelain, To Ivory, To Steel.

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

Nobody Likes Cravens,” He Said Uncomfortably. “i Wish We Hadn’t Helped Him. What If They Think We’re Craven Too?” "you're Too Stupid To Be Craven,” Pyp Told Him. “i Am Not,” Grenn Said. “yes You Are. If A Bear Attacked You In The Woods, You’d Be Too Stupid To Run Away.” “i Would Not,” Grenn Insisted. “i’d Run Away Faster Than You.” He Stopped Suddenly, Scowling When He Saw Pyp’s Grin And Realized What He’d Just Said.

Names Are Hard. I Have A Library Of What To Name Your Baby Books, And I’m Always Picking Up New Books, And Books Of Baby Names From Other Countries. I Like Cool-sounding Names.

He Is A Man Of The Night's Watch, She Thought, As He Sang About Some Stupid Lady Throwing Herself Off Some Stupid Tower Because Her Stupid Prince Was Dead. The Lady Should Go Kill The Ones Who Killed Her Prince. Arya Stark (page 514)

Those Are Brave Men... Lets Go Kill Them

Tyrion Lannister Could Not Have Been More Astonished If Aegon The Conqueror Himself Had Burst Into The Room, Riding On A Dragon And Juggling Lemon Pies.

Arya Lifted Her Gaze From The Dead Man And His Dead Dog. Jaqen H'ghar Was Leaning Up Against The Side Of The Wailing Tower. When He Saw Her Looking, He Lifted A Hand To His Face And Laid Two Fingers Casually Against His Cheek.

I Dreamed... In The Black Of Night A Man Asks All The Questions He Dare Not Ask By Daylight. For Me, The Past Years, Only One Question Has Remained. Why Would The Gods Take My Eyes And My Strength, Yet Condemn Me To Linger On So Long, Frozen And Forgotten? What Use Could They Have For An Old Done Man Like Me? ... I Remember, Sam. I Still Remember. Remember What? Dragons, Aemon Whispered.

Power Resides Only Where Men Believe It Resides. [...] A Shadow On The Wall, Yet Shadows Can Kill. And Ofttimes A Very Small Man Can Cast A Very Large Shadow.

Mothers." The Man Made A Word Sound Like A Curse. "i Think Birthing Does Something To Your Minds. You Are All Mad.

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.

A Good Act Does Not Wash Out The Bad, Nor A Bad Act The Good. Each Should Have Its Own Reward.

I Work For Two Years On A Book And It Comes Out And Two Days Later I've Got My First E-mail: When Is The Next One Coming Out?

What The King Dreams, The Hand Builds.

A Man Who Fights For Coin Is Loyal Only To His Purse.

Why Do Our Dreams Become So Much Smaller When They Finally Come True?

So Be It. I'll Wear My Iron And Hold My Tongue. A Man Who Won't Listen Can't Hear.

Nobody Is A Villain In Their Own Story. We're All The Heroes Of Our Own Stories.

Is There Any Creature On Earth As Unfortunate As An Ugly Woman? (wonders Lady Catelyn Stark)

You Wear Your Honor Like A Suit Of Armor... You Think It Keeps You Safe, But All It Does Is Weigh You Down And Make It Hard For You To Move.

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For Herself, She Wanted Sleet And Ice, Howling Winds, Thunder To Shake The Very Stones Of The Red Keep. She Wanted A Storm To Match Her Rage.

Truly, Sister, You Were Born To Be A Widow. (tyrion To Cersei)

An Artist Has An Obligation To Tell The Truth. [...] That The True Horrors Of Human History Derive Not From Orcs And Dark Lords, But From Ourselves. We Are The Monsters. (and The Heroes Too). Each Of Us Has Within Himself The Capacity For Great Good, And Great Evil.

Laughter Is Poison To Fear.

The Great Thing About Reading Is That It Broadens Your Life

Sweet Smells Are Sometimes Used To Cover Foul Ones.

The Years Leech At A Man's Memories, Even Those He Has Vowed Never To Forget.

Noseless And Handless, The Lannister Boys.

Man Wants To Be The King O' The Rabbits, He Best Wear A Pair O' Floppy Ears.

Does He Think To Scare Me? Arya Kissed Him Where His Nose Should Be And Plucked The Grave Worm From His Eye To Eat It, But It Melted Like A Shadow In Her Hand. The Yellow Skull Was Melting Too, And The Kindliest Old Man That She Had Ever Seen Was Smiling Down On Her. "no One Has Ever Tried To Eat My Worm Before," He Said. "are You Hungry, Child?" Yes, She Thought, But Not For Food.

My Brother Has His Sword, King Robert Has His Warhammer And I Have My Mind...and A Mind Needs Books As A Sword Needs A Whetstone If It Is To Keep Its Edge. That's Why I Read So Much Jon Snow.

I Have The Virtue Of Being Still Amongst The Living. Some Would Say That Is My Only Virtue.

Oh, My Sweet Summer Child," Old Nan Said Quietly, "what Do You Know Of Fear? Fear Is For The Winter, My Little Lord, When The Snows Fall A Hundred Feet Deep And The Ice Wind Comes Howling Out Of The North. Fear Is For The Long Night, When The Sun Hides Its Face For Years At A Time, And Little Children Are Born And Live And Die All In Darkness While The Direwolves Grow Gaunt And Hungry, And The White Walkers Move Through The Woods

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What Are Gods For If Not To Sit In Judgment Over Men? The Many-faced God Does Not Weigh Men's Souls, However. He Gives His Gift To The Best Of Men As He Gives It To The Worst. Elsewise The Good Would Live Forever.

The Most Important Thing For Any Aspiring Writer, Is To Read! And Not Just The Sort Of Thing You're Trying To Write, Be That Fantasy, Sf, Comic Books, Whatever. You Need To Read Everything.

If Half An Onion Is Black With Rot, It Is A Rotten Onion. A Man Is Good Or He Is Evil. (melisandre Of Asshai)

I Have An Instinctual Distrust Of Conventional Happy Endings.

Power Resides Where Men Believe It To Reside.

I Will Hurt You For This. I Don't Know How Yet, But Give Me Time. A Day Will Come When You Think Yourself Safe And Happy, And Suddenly Your Joy Will Turn To Ashes In Your Mouth, And You'll Know The Debt Is Paid.

She Walked Fast, To Keep Ahead Of Her Fear.

If You Would Wed, Wed. If Not, Take Your Pleasure Where You Find It. There's Little Enough Of It In This World." - Oberyn

Sins May Be Forgiven. Crimes Require Punishment.

She Might Have Wept Then, Had Not The Sky Begun To Do It For Her.

Dragons Old And Young, True And False, Bright And Dark. And You. A Small Man With A Big Shadow, Snarling In The Midst Of All.

Viserys Sold My Mother's Crown, And Men Called Him A Beggar. I Shall Keep This One, So Men Will Call Me A Queen. (daenerys)

The Vast Majority Of Writers Out There, They Finish Their Books And No One Cares Whether Their Book Is Late Or Ever Comes Out At All. And Then It Comes Out And Two Reviews Are Published And It Sells 12 Copies.

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You Look Pale, Sansa," Cersei Observed. "is Your Red Flower Still Blooming?" "yes" "how Apt. The Men Will Bleed Out There, And You In Here.

There Are Too Many Steps In This Castle, And It Seems To Me They Add A Few Every Night, Just To Vex Me" - Maester Cressen

Jon 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.

When A Man Was Hurt You Took Him To The Maester, But What Could You Do When Your Maester Was Hurt?

Perhaps I Cannot Make My People Good, She Told Herself, But I Should At Least Try To Make Them A Little Less Bad.

No One Who Wears A Crown Is Ever Safe.

They Are Children, Sansa Thought. They Are Silly Little Girls, Even Elinor. They’ve Never Seen A Battle, They’ve Never Seen A Man Die, They Know Nothing. Their Dreams Were Full Of Songs And Stories, The Way Hers Had Been Before Joffrey Cut Her Fathers Head Off. Sansa Pitied Them. Sansa Envied Them.

Of All The Bright Cruel Lies They Tell You, The Cruelest Is The One Called Love.

The Snow Drifted Down And Down, All In Ghostly Silence, And Lay Thick And Unbroken On The Ground. It Was A Place Of Whites And Blacks And Greys. White Towers And White Snow And White Statues, Black Shadows And Black Trees, The Dark Grey Sky Above. A Pure World, Sansa Thought. I Do Not Belong Here. Yet She Stepped Out All The Same.

Unfortunately In Television, For Whatever Reason, Fantasy Became Thought Of As A Kids' Genre.

It Was That White Cloak That Soiled Me, Not The Other Way Around.

Jaime Lannister

What Is Honor Compared To A Woman's Love? What Is Duty Against The Feel Of A Newborn Son In Your Arms . . . Or The Memory Of A Brother's Smile? Wind And Words. Wind And Words. We Are Only Human, And The Gods Have Fashioned Us For Love. That Is Our Great Glory, And Our Great Tragedy.

She Never Forgets A Slight, Real Or Imagined. She Takes Caution For Cowardice And Dissent For Defiance. And She Is Greedy. Greedy For Power, For Honour, For Love.

When You Have Known The Kiss Of A Flaying Knife, A Laugh Loses All Its Power To Hurt You.

Do You Want To Die Old And Craven In Your Bed?- How Else? Though Not Till I'm Done Reading.

First Rule, Stick Them With The Pointy End!

If I Took It Away, No Doubt I'd Find A Morningstar Hidden Under Your Pillow Within A Fortnight. Try Not To Stab Your Sister, Whatever The Provocation.

Lords Are Gold And Knights Steel, But Two Links Can't Make A Chain. You Also Need Silver And Iron And Lead, Tin And Copper And Bronze And All The Rest, And Those Are Farmers And Smiths And Merchants And The Like. A Chain Needs All Sorts Of Metals, And A Land Needs All Sorts Of People.

There Are Ghosts Everywhere," Ser Jorah Said Softly. "we Carry Them With Us Wherever We Go.

A Man Who Sees Nothing Has No Use For His Eyes,” The Mountain Declared. “cut Them Out And Give Them To Your Next Outrider. Tell Him You Hope That Four Eyes Might See Better Than Two . . . And If Not, The Man After Him Will Have Six.

Choosing... It Has Always Hurt. And Always Will. I Know.

I Need To Sleep, But Fear To Dream.

Men Live Their Lives Trapped In An Eternal Present, Between The Mists Of Memory And The Sea Of Shadow That Is All We Know Of The Days To Come.

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