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I Was A Novelist First. But In The Mid 80s, I Did Work In Television For Ten Years. And Yes, That Was Frequently The Reaction To My Scripts. People Would Say, You Know, George, This Is Great. We Love It, A Terrific Script, But It Would Cost Five Times Our Budget To Shoot This.

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I Was A Novelist

George R. R. Martin

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I Was A Novelist First. But In The Mid 80s, I Did Work In Television For Ten Years. And Yes, That Was Frequently The Reaction To My Scripts. People Would Say, You Know, George, This Is Great. We Love It, A Terrific Script, But It Would Cost Five Times Our Budget To Shoot This.

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Explain To Me Why It Is More Noble To Kill Ten Thousand Men In Battle Than A Dozen At Dinner.

These Old Knights Are More Cunning Than You Think, Or They Would Never Have Lived To See Their First Grey Hair.

Only Lies Offend Me, Never Honest Counsel.

The Gods Are Blind. And Men See Only What They Wish" - Tyrion Lannister

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

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In King’s Landing, There Are Two Sorts Of People. The Players And The Pieces… Every Man’s A Piece To Start With, And Every Maid As Well. Even Some Who Think They Are Players." Petyr Baelish

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There Are Worse Ways To Die Than Warm And Drunk.

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Kind? How Boring That Would Be. I Aspire To Be Wicked.

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More Details, More Devils.

It All Goes Back And Back," Tyrion Thought, "to Our Mothers And Fathers And Theirs Before Them. We Are Puppets Dancing On The Strings Of Those Who Came Before Us, And One Day Our Own Children Will Take Up Our Strings And Dance In Our Steads.

I Had An Encyclopedia With A List Of Flags In The Back, So I Would Look At All These Flags Of China And Liberia And England And Denmark And Whatever, And I Learned All The Different Flags And I Tried To Imagine What It Would Be Like To Be Voyaging On Some Of These Ships.

Tyrion: My Gentle Sister Seems To Have Mistaken Me For Ned Stark. Bronn: I Hear He Was Taller. Tyrion: Not After Joff Took Off His Head.

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Sleep Is A Little Death, Dreams The Whisperings Of The Other, Who Would Drag Us All Into His Eternal Night.

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I Am The Blood Of The Dragon. Do Not Presume To Teach Me Lessons.

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.

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A Crown Should Not Sit Easy On The Head.

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He Who Hurries Through Life Hurries To His Grave.

I Am Surrounded By Flatterers And Fools.

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No Man Should Live Longer Than His Teeth.

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In Real Life, The Hardest Aspect Of The Battle Between Good And Evil Is Determining Which Is Which.

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There Are Things To Be Learned Even From The Dead.

Armor Yourself In It, And It Will Never Be Used Against You

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If? The Word Is When.

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Nothing Someone Says Before The Word 'but' Really Counts.

The Iron Throne Is Mine By Rights. All Those Who Deny That Are My Foes." "the Whole Of The Realm Denies It, Brother," Said Renley. "old Men Deny It With Their Death Rattle, And Unborn Children Deny It In Their Mothers' Wombs. They Deny It In Dorne And They Deny It On The Wall. No One Wants You For Their King. Sorry.

We Only Make Peace With Our Enemies. That's Why It's Called Making Peace.

In A Heartbeat, A Thousand Voices Took Up The Chant. King Joffrey And King Robb And King Stannis Were Forgotten, And King Bread Ruled Alone. "bread." They Clamored. "bread, Bread!

Power Resides Where Men Believe It To Reside.

Men Have Scars, Women Mysteries.

Who Do You Think Our Champion Will Be Today? Have You Seen Mace Tyrell's Boy? The Knight Of Flowers, They Call Him. Now There's A Son Any Man Would Be Proud To Own To. Last Tourney, He Dumped The Kingslayer On His Golden Rump, You Ought To Have Seen The Look On Cersei's Face. I Laughed Till My Sides Hurt.

The Man Who Never Reads Lives Only One.

We're Setting Up Mechanisms Where We Can Kill Human Beings With Drones And Missiles Where You're Sitting At A Console And Pressing The Button. We Never Have To Hear Their Whimpering, Or Hear Them Begging For Their Mother, Or Dying In Horrible Realities Around Us. I Don't Know If That's Necessarily Such A Good Thing.

The Old Man Laid A Withered, Spotted Hand On His Shoulder. "it Hurts, Boy," He Said Softly. "oh, Yes. Choosing . . . It Has Always Hurt. And Always Will. I Know.

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Laughter Is Poison To Fear.

A Hound Will Die For You, But Never Lie To You. And He'll Look You Straight In The Face.

The Brightest Flame Casts The Darkest Shadow.

How I Have Yearned For The Sound Of Your Sweet Voice,” Tyrion Sighed To Her. “how I Have Yearned To Have That Eunuch’s Tongue Pulled Out With Hot Pincers,” Cersei Replied.

The World Is Full Of Cravens Who Pretended To Be Heroes.

I Have An Instinctual Distrust Of Conventional Happy Endings.

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No One Will Be Alive By The Last Book. In Fact, They All Die In The Fifth. The Sixth Book Will Be Just A Thousand-page Description Of Snow Blowing Across The Graves.

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.

The Ones Who Look The Most Suspicious Are Likely Innocent. It's The Ones Who Look Innocent I Need To Beware.

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.

A Thousand Deaths Would Still Be Less Than He Deserves.

The Gods Made The Earth For All Men T' Share. Only When The Kings Come With Their Crowns And Steel Swords, They Claimed It Was All Theirs. "my Trees," They Said, "you Can't Eat Them Apples. My Stream, You Can't Fish Here. My Wood, You're Not T' Hunt. My Earth, My Water, My Castle, My Daughter, Keep Your Hands Away Or I'll Chop 'em Off, But Maybe If You Kneel T' Me I'll Let You Have A Sniff." You Call Us Thieves, But At Least A Thief Has T' Be Brave And Clever And Quick. A Kneeler Only Has T' Kneel.

When The End Comes, I Will Meet It Raging.

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)

Not All Men Were Meant To Dance With Dragons.

I Am The Sword In The Darkness. I Am The Watcher On The Walls. I Am The Fire That Burns Against The Cold, The Light That Brings The Dawn, The Horn That Wakes The Sleepers, The Shield That Guards The Realms Of Men.

As A Writer, My Goal, (which I'm Never Going To Achieve, And I Know That, And No Writer Can Achieve That,) But My Goal Is To Make You Almost Live The Books. I Want You To Fall Through That Page And Feel As If These Things Are Happening To You.

There Is Only One God And His Name Is Death. And There Is Only One Thing We Say To Death: “not Today.

A Lord May Love The Men That He Commands, But He Cannot Be A Friend To Them. One Day He May Need To Sit In Judgement On Them, Or Send Them Forth To Die.

You've Got A Bold Tongue, Little Man. One Day, Someone Is Like To Cut It Out And Make You Eat It.

He Did Not Know Which Was More Painful, The Waking Or The Sleeping. When He Slept, He Dreamed: Dark Disturbing Dreams Of Blood And Broken Promises. When He Woke, There Was Nothing To Do But Think, And His Waking Thoughts Were Worse Than Nightmares.

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?

A Lot Of Writing Takes Place In The Subconscious, And It's Bound To Have An Effect.

The Girl Had Hoped For Fog, But The Gods Ignored Her Prayers As Gods So Often Did.

You're Mine," She Whispered. "mine, As I'm Yours. And If We Die, We Die. All Men Must Die, Jon Snow. But First, We'll Live.

The City?" Tyrion Was Lost. "what City Would That Be?" "king's Landing. I Am Sending You To Court." It Was The Last Thing Tyrion Lannister Would Ever Have Anticipated. He Reached For His Wine, Considered For A Moment As He Sipped. "and What Am I To Do There?" "rule," His Father Said Curtly.

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

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

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

Ruling Is Hard. This Was Maybe My Answer To Tolkien, Whom, As Much As I Admire Him, I Do Quibble With. Lord Of The Rings Had A Very Medieval Philosophy: That If The King Was A Good Man, The Land Would Prosper. We Look At Real History And It's Not That Simple... Real-life Kings Had Real-life Problems To Deal With... My People Who Are Trying To Rule Don't Have An Easy Time Of It. Just Having Good Intentions Doesn't Make You A Wise King.

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?

But Tolkien Doesn't Ask The Question: What Was Aragorn's Tax Policy?

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

Do Dead Man Dream? The Dead Themselves Are Silent On The Matter

I Crossed A Thousand Leagues To Come To You, And Lost The Best Part Of Me Along The Way. Don't Tell Me To Leave.

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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.

Needle Was Robb And Bran And Rickon, Her Mother And Her Father, Even Sansa. Needle Was Winterfell's Grey Walls, And The Laughter Of Its People. Needle Was The Summer Snows, Old Nan's Stories, The Heart Tree With Its Red Leaves And Scary Face, The Warm Earthy Smell Of The Glass Gardens, The Sound Of The North Wind Rattling The Shutters Of Her Room. Needle Was Jon Snow's Smile. He Used To Mess My Hair And Call Me "little Sister," She Remembered, And Suddenly There Were Tears In Her Eyes.

You Little Fool. Tears Are Not A Woman's Only Weapon. You've Got Another One Between Your Legs, And You'd Best Learn To Use It. You'll Find Men Use Their Swords Freely Enough. Both Kinds Of Swords.

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.

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.

When I Sleep I Turn Into A Wolf. Bran Turned His Face Away And Looked Back Out Into The Night. Do Wolves Dreams?

There's No Shame In Fear, My Father Told Me, What Matters Is How We Face It.

He Drew The Dagger And Laid It On The Table Between Them; A Length Of Dragonbone And Valyrian Steel, As Sharp As The Difference Between Right And Wrong, Between True And False, Between Life And Death.

Chaos Isn’t A Pit. Chaos Is A Ladder. Many Who Try To Climb It Fail And Never Get To Try Again. The Fall Breaks Them. And Some Are Given A Chance To Climb, But They Refuse. They Cling To The Realm, Or The Gods, Or Love. Illusions. Only The Ladder Is Real. The Climb Is All There Is.

There Are No Happy Endings.

I Love You Too, Sweet Sister. But You're A Fool. A Beautiful Golden Fool.

Woman? Is That Meant To Insult Me? I Would Return The Slap, If I Took You For A Man. - Daenerys Targaryen

This Is The Bravo’s Dance, The Water Dance, Swift And Sudden. All Men Are Made Of Water, Do You Know This? When You Pierce Them, The Water Leaks Out And They Die.

Generally Speaking, I'm Much More In Favour Of Penises Entering Vaginas Than Axes Entering Skulls. But The World Seems To Accept The Violence A Lot Easier Than The Sex.

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

A Mad Man Sees What He Sees.

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

Aemon’s Blind White Eyes Came Open. “egg?” He Said, As The Rain Streamed Down His Cheeks. “egg, I Dreamed That I Was Old.

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." He Touched Her Lightly With Two Fingers. "some Liars Blink. Some Stare. Some Look Away. Some Lick Their Lips. Many Coer Their Mouths Just Before They Tell A Lie, As If To Hide Their Deceit. Other Signs May Be More Subtle, But They Are Always There. A False Smile And A True One May Look Alike, But They Are As Different As Dusk From Dawn.

Bear Island Knows No King But The King In The North, Whose Name Is Stark.

Children Are A Battle Of A Different Sort. ... A Battle Without Banners Or Warhorns But No Less Fierce.

Even In Dreams, You Could Not Fall Forever.

Jon Shrugged. 'girls Get The Arms But Not The Swords. Bastards Get The Swords But Not The Arms. I Did Not Make The Rules, Little Sister.

If H. P. Lovecraft And H. L. Mencken Had Ever Collaborated, They Might Have Come Up With Something Like The Edge Of Reason. This One Will Delight Thinkers-and Outrage True Believers-of All Stripes.

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

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.

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.

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

It Is One Thing To Be Clever And Another To Be Wise.

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

Some Old Wounds Never Truly Heal, And Bleed Again At The Slightest Word.

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