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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.]

-George R. R. Martin

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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.]

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Life Is Very Full Of Sex, Or Should Be. As Much As I Admire Tolkien - And I Do, He Was A Giant Of Fantasy And A Giant Of Literature, And I Think He Wrote A Great Book That Will Be Read For Many Years - You Do Have To Wonder Where All Those Hobbits Came From, Since You Can't Imagine Hobbits Having Sex, Can You? Well, Sex Is An Important Part Of Who We Are. It Drives Us, It Motivates Us, It Makes Us Do Sometimes Very Noble Things And It Makes Us Do Sometimes Incredibly Stupid Things. Leave It Out, And You've Got An Incomplete World.

And For The First Time In Hundreds Of Years, The Night Came Alive With The Music Of Dragons.

I've Always Preferred Writing About Grey Characters And Human Characters. Whether They Are Giants Or Elves Or Dwarves, Or Whatever They Are, They're Still Human, And The Human Heart Is Still In Conflict With The Self.

Everything's Better With Some Wine In The Belly.

A Dead Enemy Is A Joy Forever

Just Where Do You Think You Are Going, Arya?' The Septa Demanded. Arya Glared At Her. 'i Have To Go Shoe A Horse,' She Said Sweetly Taking A Brief Satisfaction In The Shock On The Septa's Face.

I Don’t Know What Message To Send To Bran. Help Him Tyrion.” “what Help Could I Give Him? I Am No Maester, To Ease His Pain. I Have No Spell To Give Him Back His Legs.” “you Gave Me Help When I Needed It” Jon Snow Said. “i Gave You Nothing,” Tyrion Said. “words.” “then Give Your Words To Bran Too.

What The King Dreams, The Hand Builds.

Remember, Whatever The Price...i'll Beat It! I Like Living! Tyrion Lannister

Start Trying To Work Out Who Deserves What, And Before Long You'll Spend The Rest Of Your Days Weeping For Each And Every Person In The World.

And I Have A Tender Spot In My Heart For Cripples And Bastards And Broken Things.

I Grew Up With Four T.v. Channels. If You Missed A Show, You Missed It. You Gotta Wait A Week For The Next One. I'd Mail-order Books: Take A Quarter, Get An Envelope, Send Off For It And Wait Until It Arrived. I Grew Up Waiting For Things.

There Are No Men Like Me. There's Only Me

She Had Put Despair And Fear Aside, As If They Were Garments She Did Not Choose To Wear.

Why Ask For Truth," Ser Barristan Said Softly, "if You Close Your Ears To It?

Faith Is Like Porridge. Better With Milk And Honey.

Art Is Not A Democracy. People Don't Get To Vote On How It Ends.

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

Ofttimes A Very Small Man Can Cast A Very Large Shadow. Tyrion Smiled. Lord Varys, I Am Growing Strangely Fond Of You. I May Kill You Yet, But I Think I'd Feel Sad About It. I Will Take That As High Praise.

There Is Something Old And True In Fantasy That Speaks To Something Deep Within Us, To The Child Who Dreamt That One Day He Would Hunt The Forests Of The Night, And Feast Beneath The Hollow Hills, And Find A Love To Last Forever Somewhere South Of Oz And North Of Shangri-la.

If The Novels Are Still Being Read In 50 Years, No One Is Ever Going To Say: 'what's Great About That Sixth Book Is That He Met His Deadline!' It Will Be About How The Whole Thing Stands Up.

Death, There Will Be Death, Aye. Your Lordship Lost A Son At The Red Wedding. I Lost Four Upon The Blackwater. And Why? Because The Lannisters Stole The Throne. Go To King’s Landing And Look On Tommen With Your Own Eyes, If You Doubt Me. A Blind Man Could See It. What Does Stannis Offer You? Vengeance. Vengeance For My Sons And Yours, For Your Husbands And Your Fathers And Your Brothers. Vengeance For Your Murdered Lord, Your Murdered King, Your Butchered Princes. Vengeance!

I Had These Cheap Alien Toys And I Made Up Stories For Them. They Were Space Pirates. They Didn’t Have Names So I Made Up Names. These Were The First Stories I Wrote. Even As A Little Kid I Was Thinking About Torture.

Made Up Stories

How Much Can A Crown Be Worth, When A Crow Can Dine Upon A King?

Writing Is Like Sausage Making In My View; You'll All Be Happier In The End If You Just Eat The Final Product Without Knowing What's Gone Into It.

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

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.

Believe It Or Not, I Worked Four Summers In College As A Sports Writer Covering Baseball For A Parks And Rec Department In Bayonne, N.j.

Knowledge Is A Weapon, Jon. Arm Yourself Well Before You Ride Forth To Battle.

If? The Word Is When.

Eat Your Heart Out, Rowling. Maybe You Have Billions Of Dollars And My Hugo, But You Don't Have Readers Like These.

Noseless And Handless, The Lannister Boys.

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