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Much As I Admire Tolkien, I Once Again Always Felt Like Gandalf Should Have Stayed Dead. That Was Such An Incredible Sequence In Fellowship Of The Ring When He Faces The Balrog On The Khazad-dûm And He Falls Into The Gulf, And His Last Words Are, "fly, You Fools." What Power That Had, How That Grabbed Me. And Then He Comes Back As Gandalf The White, And If Anything He's Sort Of Improved. I Never Liked Gandalf The White As Much As Gandalf The Grey, And I Never Liked Him Coming Back. I Think It Would Have Been An Even Stronger Story If Tolkien Had Left Him Dead.

-George R. R. Martin

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George R. R. Martin

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Much As I Admire Tolkien, I Once Again Always Felt Like Gandalf Should Have Stayed Dead. That Was Such An Incredible Sequence In Fellowship Of The Ring When He Faces The Balrog On The Khazad-dûm And He Falls Into The Gulf, And His Last Words Are, "fly, You Fools." What Power That Had, How That Grabbed Me. And Then He Comes Back As Gandalf The White, And If Anything He's Sort Of Improved. I Never Liked Gandalf The White As Much As Gandalf The Grey, And I Never Liked Him Coming Back. I Think It Would Have Been An Even Stronger Story If Tolkien Had Left Him Dead.

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If I Could Wish The Kingslayer Back In Chains I Would. You Freed Him Without My Knowledge Or Consent... But What You Did, I Know You Did For Love. For Arya And Sansa, And Out Of Grief For Bran And Rickon. Love’s Not Always Wise, I’ve Learned. It Can Lead Us To Great Folly, But We Follow Our Hearts... Wherever They Take Us. Don’t We, Mother?

You Do Not Steal From The Dragon, Oh, No. The Dragon Remembers.

I Worked Out Of Hollywood For 10 Years And I Had My Heart Broken Half A Dozen Times, So I Know All The Things That Can Go Wrong.

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

You Mistake Patience For Forbearance.

When Treating With Liars, Even An Honest Man Must Lie.

Everything's Better With Some Wine In The Belly.

Start With Short Stories. After All, If You Were Taking Up Rock Climbing, You Wouldn't Start With Mount Everest. So If You're Starting Fantasy, Don't Start With A Nine-book Series.

Of Course You Know Him. Everyone Knows A Pear-shaped Man.

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

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

- Some Men Think Because They Are Afraid To Do. - There Is A Difference Between Fear And Caution.

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.

I Get Up Every Day And Work In The Morning. I Have My Coffee And Get To Work. On Good Days I Look Up And It's Dark Outside And The Whole Day Has Gone By And I Don't Know Where It's Gone. But There's Bad Days, Too. Where I Struggle And Sweat And A Half Hour Creeps By And I've Written Three Words. And Half A Day Creeps By And I've Written A Sentence And A Half And Then I Quit For The Day And Play Computer Games. You Know, Sometimes You Eat The Bear And Sometimes The Bear Eats You. [laughs]

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