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And If I'm Guilty Of Having Gratuitous Sex, Then I'm Also Guilty Of Having Gratuitous Violence, And Gratuitous Feasting, And Gratuitous Description Of Clothes, And Gratuitous Heraldry, Because Very Little Of This Is Necessary To Advance The Plot. But My Philosophy Is That Plot Advancement Is Not What The Experience Of Reading Fiction Is About. If All We Care About Is Advancing The Plot, Why Read Novels? We Can Just Read Cliffs Notes.

-George R. R. Martin

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And If I'm Guilty

George R. R. Martin

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And If I'm Guilty Of Having Gratuitous Sex, Then I'm Also Guilty Of Having Gratuitous Violence, And Gratuitous Feasting, And Gratuitous Description Of Clothes, And Gratuitous Heraldry, Because Very Little Of This Is Necessary To Advance The Plot. But My Philosophy Is That Plot Advancement Is Not What The Experience Of Reading Fiction Is About. If All We Care About Is Advancing The Plot, Why Read Novels? We Can Just Read Cliffs Notes.

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That Man Said He’d Take Your Head Too.” “well, As To That,” Yoren Said, “if He Can Get It Off My Shoulders, He’s Welcome To It.

Perhaps I Will Die Too, She Told Herself, And The Thought Did Not Seem So Terrible To Her. If She Flung Herself From The Window, She Could Put An End To Her Suffering, And In The Years To Come The Singers Would Write Songs Of Her Grief. Her Body Would Lie On The Stones Below, Broken And Innocent, Shaming All Those Who Had Betrayed Her. Sansa Went So Far As To Cross The Bedchamber And Throw Open The Shutters ... But Then Her Courage Left Her, And She Ran Back To Her Bed, Sobbing.

Kill The Boy, Jon Snow. Winter Is Almost Upon Us. Kill The Boy And Let The Man Be Born.

I Have Been Despised By Better Men Than You.

True Knights Protect The Weak.” He Snorted. “there Are No True Knights, No More Than There Are Gods. If You Can’t Protect Yourself, Die And Get Out Of The Way Of Those Who Can. Sharp Steel And Strong Arms Rule This World, Don’t Ever Believe Any Different.” Sansa Backed Away From Him. “you’re Awful.” “i’m Honest. It’s The World That’s Awful.

And Any Man Who Must Say 'i Am King' Is No True King At All.

Song Of Ice And Fire

She Was No Stranger To Waiting, After All. Her Man Had Always Made Her Wait.

Tarly, When I Was A Lad Half Your Age, My Lady Mother Told Me That If I Stood About With My Mouth Open, A Weasel Was Like To Mistake It For His Lair And Run Down My Throat. If You Have Something To Say, Say It. Otherwise, Beware Of Weasels.

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.

I Was Born In Bayonne, New Jersey. I Grew Up In The Projects. I Never Went Anywhere. But I Have Lived A Thousand Lives And I’ve Loved A Thousand Loves. I’ve Walked On Distant Worlds And Seen The End Of Time. Because I Read.

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.]

For They Are The Knights Of Summer, And Winter Is Coming.

Catelyn Had Never Liked This Godswood. She Had Been Born A Tully, At Riverrun Far To The South, On The Red Fork Of The Trident. The Godswood There Was A Garden, Bright And Airy, Where Tall Redwoods Spread Dappled Shadows Across Tinkling Streams, Birds Sang From Hidden Nests, And The Air Was Spicy With The Scent Of Flowers.

That Was The Way Of This Cold World, Where Men Fished The Sea And Dug In The Ground And Died, Whilst Women Brought Forth Short-lived Children From Beds Of Blood And Pain.

I Get Up Every Day And Work In The Morning. I Have My Coffee And Get To Work. On Good Days I Look Up And It's Dark Outside And The Whole Day Has Gone By And I Don't Know Where It's Gone. But There's Bad Days, Too. Where I Struggle And Sweat And A Half Hour Creeps By And I've Written Three Words. And Half A Day Creeps By And I've Written A Sentence And A Half And Then I Quit For The Day And Play Computer Games. You Know, Sometimes You Eat The Bear And Sometimes The Bear Eats You. [laughs]

A True Man Does What He Will, Not What He Must.

A Mind Needs Books As A Sword Needs A Whetstone, If It Is To Keep Its Edge.

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