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In Order To Get Inside Their Skin, I Have To Identify With Them. That Includes Even The Ones Who Are Complete Bastards, Nasty, Twisted, Deeply Flawed Human Beings With Serious Psychological Problems. Even Them. When I Get Inside Their Skin And Look Out Through Their Eyes, I Have To Feel A Certain - If Not Sympathy, Certainly Empathy For Them. I Have To Try To Perceive The World As They Do, And That Creates A Certain Amount Of Affection.

-George R. R. Martin

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In Order To Get Inside Their Skin, I Have To Identify With Them. That Includes Even The Ones Who Are Complete Bastards, Nasty, Twisted, Deeply Flawed Human Beings With Serious Psychological Problems. Even Them. When I Get Inside Their Skin And Look Out Through Their Eyes, I Have To Feel A Certain - If Not Sympathy, Certainly Empathy For Them. I Have To Try To Perceive The World As They Do, And That Creates A Certain Amount Of Affection.

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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 Have Climbed These Steps So Often I Know Each One By Name.

The Greatest Fools Are Ofttimes More Clever Than The Men Who Laugh At Them.

I Have A Huge Emotional Attachment To Characters I've Created, Especially The Viewpoint Characters.

Names Are Hard. I Have A Library Of What To Name Your Baby Books, And I’m Always Picking Up New Books, And Books Of Baby Names From Other Countries. I Like Cool-sounding Names.

I Had A Couple Of Friends, But I Was Mostly The Kid With His Nose In A Book.

My Own Heroes Are The Dreamers, Those Men And Women Who Tried To Make The World A Better Place Than When They Found It, Whether In Small Ways Or Great Ones. Some Succeeded, Some Failed, Most Had Mixed Results... But It Is The Effort That's Heroic, As I See It. Win Or Lose, I Admire Those Who Fight The Good Fight.

His Eyes Were Open Wounds Beneath His Heavy Brows, A Blue As Dark As The Sea By Night.

I Will Take What Is Mine With Fire And Blood.

Give Me A Good Sharp Knife And A Good Sharp Cheese And I’m A Happy Man.

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