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I Take No Joy In Mead Nor Meat, And Song And Laughter Have Become Suspicious Strangers To Me. I Am A Creature Of Grief And Dust And Bitter Longings. There Is An Empty Place Within Me Where My Heart Was Once.

-George R. R. Martin

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I Take No Joy

George R. R. Martin

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I Take No Joy In Mead Nor Meat, And Song And Laughter Have Become Suspicious Strangers To Me. I Am A Creature Of Grief And Dust And Bitter Longings. There Is An Empty Place Within Me Where My Heart Was Once.

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Black And White

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We're All The Heroes Of Our Own Stories. So, When I Am Inside The Head Of A Character Who Would Otherwise Be Considered A Villain, I Have A Great Deal Of Affection For That Character And I'm Trying To See The World And The Events Through Their Eyes.

I Need To Sleep, But Fear To Dream.

It's Really Irritating When You Open A Book, And 10 Pages Into It You Know That The Hero You Met On Page One Or Two Is Gonna Come Through Unscathed, Because He's The Hero. This Is Completely Unreal, And I Don't Like It.

The Things I Do For Love.

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Faith Is Like Porridge. Better With Milk And Honey.

There Is A Savage Beast In Every Man, And When You Hand That Man A Sword Or Spear And Send Him Forth To War, The Beast Stirs.

Soon Comes The Cold, And The Night That Never Ends.

She Narrowed Her Eyes. “what Is Our Heart’s Desire?” “vengeance.” His Voice Was Soft, As If He Were Afraid That Someone Might Be Listening. “justice.” Prince Doran Pressed The Onyx Dragon Into Her Palm With His Swollen, Gouty Fingers, And Whispered, “fire And Blood.

I Will Teach Them What It Means To Put A Lion In A Cage, Cersei Thought.

I Am Cersei Of House Lannister, A Lion Of The Rock, The Rightful Queen Of These Seven Kingdoms, Trueborn Daughter Of Tywin Lannister. And Hair Grows Back.

An Admiral Without Ships, A Hand Without Fingers, In Service Of A King Without A Throne. Is This A Knight Who Comes Before Us, Or The Answer To A Child's Riddle?

A Cold Wind Was Blowing From The North, And It Made The Trees Rustle Like Living Things.

Little Redcape," He Snarled, "when Next You Bare Steel On Shagga Son Of Dolf, I Will Chop Off Your Manhood And Roast It In The Fire." "what, No Goats?" Tyrion Said, Taking A Bite Of His Cheese.

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.

But What A Man Can Do And What A Man Will Do Are Two Different Things, He Knew.

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

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

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Every Once In A Very Long While, Lord Tywin Lannister Would Actually Threaten To Smile; He Never Did, But The Threat Alone Was Terrible To Behold.

Something About The Howling Of A Wolf Took A Man Right Out Of His Here And Now And Left Him In A Dark Forest Of The Mind, Running Naked Before The Pack.

Lord Snow Wants To Take My Place Now.' He Sneered. 'i'd Have An Easier Time Teaching A Wolf To Juggle Than You Will Training This Aurochs.' 'i'll Take That Wager, Ser Alliser', Jon Said. 'i'd Love To See Ghost Juggle.

So Many Vows … They Make You Swear And Swear. Defend The King. Obey The King. Keep His Secrets. Do His Bidding. Your Life For His. But Obey Your Father. Love Your Sister. Protect The Innocent. Defend The Weak. Respect The Gods. Obey The Laws. It’s Too Much. No Matter What You Do, You’re Forsaking One Vow Or Another.

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If A Man Paints A Target On His Chest, He Should Expect That Sooner Or Later Someone Will Loose An Arrow On Him.

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Give A Thing A Name And It Will Somehow Come To Be.

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

All Men Lie When They Are Afraid. Some Tell Many Lies, Some But A Few. Some Have Only One Great Lie They Tell So Often That They Almost Come To Believe It... Though Some Small Part Of Them Will Always Know That It Is Still A Lie, And That Will Show Upon Their Faces. (a Servant In The House Of Black And White)

Black And White

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

When You Tear Out A Man's Tongue, You Are Not Proving Him A Liar, You're Only Telling The World That You Fear What He Might Say.

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.

None Of Us Is Ever Ready,' He (ned) Said. 'for Knighthood?' 'for Death.

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

A Sweet Face Oft Hides A Sinner's Heart.

I Stayed Sober For This?

Only A Fool Humbles Himself When The World Is So Full Of Men Eager To Do That Job For Him. (theon Greyjoy)

He Pushed Himself To His Feet. “don’t Lie, Sansa. I Am Malformed, Scarred, And Small, But…” She Could See Him Groping “…abed, When The Candles Are Blown Out, I Am Made No Worse Than Other Men. In The Dark, I Am The Knight Of Flowers.” He Took A Draught Of Wine. “i Am Generous. Loyal To Those Who Are Loyal To Me. I’ve Proven I’m No Craven. And I Am Cleverer Than Most, Surely Wits Count For Something. I Can Even Be Kind. Kindness Is Not A Habit With Us Lannisters, I Fear, But I Know I Have Some Somewhere. I Could Be… I Could Be Good To You.

Free Folk Don't Follow Names, Or Little Cloth Animals Sewn On A Tunic," The King-beyond-the-wall Had Told Him. "they Won't Dance For Coins, They Don't Care How Your Style Yourself Or What That Chain Of Office Means Or Who Your Grandsire Was. They Follow Strength. They Follow The Man.

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