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I'm A Strong Believer In Telling Stories Through A Limited But Very Tight Third Person Point Of View. I Have Used Other Techniques During My Career, Like The First Person Or The Omniscient View Point, But I Actually Hate The Omniscient Viewpoint. None Of Us Have An Omniscient Viewpoint; We Are Alone In The Universe. We Hear What We Can Hear... We Are Very Limited. If A Plane Crashes Behind You I Would See It But You Wouldn't. That's The Way We Perceive The World And I Want To Put My Readers In The Head Of My Characters.

-George R. R. Martin

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I'm A Strong Believer

George R. R. Martin

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I'm A Strong Believer In Telling Stories Through A Limited But Very Tight Third Person Point Of View. I Have Used Other Techniques During My Career, Like The First Person Or The Omniscient View Point, But I Actually Hate The Omniscient Viewpoint. None Of Us Have An Omniscient Viewpoint; We Are Alone In The Universe. We Hear What We Can Hear... We Are Very Limited. If A Plane Crashes Behind You I Would See It But You Wouldn't. That's The Way We Perceive The World And I Want To Put My Readers In The Head Of My Characters.

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"another Name? Oh, Certainly. And When The Faceless Men Come To Kill Me, I'll Say, 'no, You Have The Wrong Man, I'm A Different Dwarf With A Hideous Facial Scar.'" Both Lannisters Laughed At The Absurdity Of It All.

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His Time Was Past, Her Handmaid Irri Declared. No Man Should Live Longer Than His Teeth.

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If You Need Help Bark Like A Dog." - Gendry. "that's Stupid. If I Need Help I'll Shout Help." - Arya

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Valar Morghulis - All Men Must Die.

Winter Is Coming

Sins May Be Forgiven. Crimes Require Punishment.

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

I Don’t Know If I Have Any Particular Views About Women In Positions Of Power, Though I Do Think It’s More Difficult For Women, Particularly In A Medieval Setting. They Have The Additional Problem That They’re A Woman And People Don’t Want Them In A Position Of Power In An Essentially Patriarchal Society.

Position Of Power

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.

And Who Are You, The Proud Lord Said That I Must Bow So Low? Only A Cat Of A Different Coat, That's All The Truth I Know. In A Coat Of Gold Or A Coat Of Red, A Lion Still Has Claws. And, Mine Are As Long And Sharp, My Lord As Long And Sharp As Yours. And So He Spoke, And So He Spoke, That Lord Of Castamere, But Now The Rains Weep O'er His Hall, With No One There To Hear. Yes, Now The Rains Weep O'er His Hall, And Not A Soul To Hear.

No Man Threatens His Grace In The Presence Of The Kingsguard.” Tyrion Lannister Raised An Eyebrow. “i Am Not Threatening The King, Ser, I Am Educating My Nephew. Bronn, Timett, The Next Time Ser Boros Opens His Mouth, Kill Him.” The Dwarf Smiled. “now That Was A Threat, Ser. See The Difference?

Shattered Legs May Heal In Time, But Some Betrayals Fester And Poison The Soul.

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Ofttimes A Very Small Man Can Cast A Very Large Shadow.

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.

When Your Enemies Defy You, You Must Serve Them Steel And Fire. When They Go To Their Knees, However, You Must Help Them Back To Their Feet. Elsewise No Man Will Ever Bend The Knee To You

She Was Daenerys Stormborn, The Unburnt, Khaleesi And Queen, Mother Of Dragons, Slayer Of Warlocks, Breaker Of Chains, And There Was No One In The World That She Could Trust.

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