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My Featherbed Is Deep And Soft, And There I’ll Lay You Down, I’ll Dress You All In Yellow Silk And On Your Head A Crown. For You Shall Be My Lady Love, And I Shall Be Your Lord. I’ll Always Keep You Warm And Safe, And Guard You With My Sword. And How She Smiled And How She Laughed, The Maiden Of The Tree. She Spun Away And Said To Him, No Featherbed For Me. I’ll Wear A Gown Of Golden Leaves, And Bind My Hair With Grass, But You Can Be My Forest Love, And Me Your Forest Lass.

-George R. R. Martin

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My Featherbed Is Deep

George R. R. Martin

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My Featherbed Is Deep And Soft, And There I’ll Lay You Down, I’ll Dress You All In Yellow Silk And On Your Head A Crown. For You Shall Be My Lady Love, And I Shall Be Your Lord. I’ll Always Keep You Warm And Safe, And Guard You With My Sword. And How She Smiled And How She Laughed, The Maiden Of The Tree. She Spun Away And Said To Him, No Featherbed For Me. I’ll Wear A Gown Of Golden Leaves, And Bind My Hair With Grass, But You Can Be My Forest Love, And Me Your Forest Lass.

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We Look At Mountains And Call Them Eternal, And They Seem... But In The Course Of Time, Mountains Rise And Fall, Rivers Change Their Courses, Starts Fall From The Sky, And Great Cities Sink Beneath The Sea. Even Gods Die, We Think. Everything Changes.

If You Would Wed, Wed. If Not, Take Your Pleasure Where You Find It. There's Little Enough Of It In This World." - Oberyn

Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords.

He Was Beastly Tired, But It Was Hard To Stop. One More Book, He Had Told Himself, Then I'll Stop. One More Folio, Just One More. One More Page, Then I'll Go Up And Rest And Get A Bite To Eat. But There Was Always Another Page After That One, And Another After That, And Another Book Waiting Underneath The Pile. I'll Just Take A Quick Peek To See What This One Is About, He'd Think, And Before He Knew He Would Be Halfway Through It.

If He Must Be Alone, He Would Make Solitude His Armor.

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

You Can't Just Pick People For Their Hair Color Or The Shape Of Their Face. You Have To Go With The Best Actors.

I Must Show No Fear, No Weakness, No Doubt.

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

For Herself, She Wanted Sleet And Ice, Howling Winds, Thunder To Shake The Very Stones Of The Red Keep. She Wanted A Storm To Match Her Rage.

She Had Killed Him With A Whisper, And She Would Kill Two More Before She Was Through. I’m The Ghost In Harrenhal, She Thought. And That Night, There Was One Less Name To Hate.

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.

Robb: Uncle Benjen Said To Send You To The Stables If I Saw You. Jon: I Have One More Farewell To Make. Robb: Then I Haven't Seen You.

As Daenerys Targaryen Rose To Her Feet, Her Black Hissed, Pale Smoke Venting From Its Mouth And Nostrils. The Other Two Pulled Away From Her Breasts And Added Their Voices To The Call, Translucent Wings Unfolding And Stirring The Air, And For The First Time In Hundreds Of Years, The Night Came Alive With The Music Of Dragons.

I Thank You For Calling Them Off, Young Ser. I Promise You, They Would Have Found Me Indigestible.

I Am Loyal To My Beloved Joffrey. (sansa) No Doubt. As Loyal As A Deer Surrounded By Wolves. (tyrion) Lions, She Whispered Without Thinking.

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

Perhaps I Will Die Too, She Told Herself, And The Thought Did Not Seem So Terrible To Her. If She Flung Herself From The Window, She Could Put An End To Her Suffering, And In The Years To Come The Singers Would Write Songs Of Her Grief. Her Body Would Lie On The Stones Below, Broken And Innocent, Shaming All Those Who Had Betrayed Her. Sansa Went So Far As To Cross The Bedchamber And Throw Open The Shutters ... But Then Her Courage Left Her, And She Ran Back To Her Bed, Sobbing.

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

The Things We Love Destroy Us Every Time, Lad. Remember That.

When We Speak Of The Morrow Nothing Is Ever Certain.

Dragons Old And Young, True And False, Bright And Dark. And You. A Small Man With A Big Shadow, Snarling In The Midst Of All.

I Had This Desire To See The World. I Couldn't See Any Of It, But I Saw It In My Imagination, And That's Why I Always Read Books, And I Could Go To Mars Or Middle Earth Or The Hyborian Age.

I Always Give My Students Exercises Where They Really Have To Open A Vein And Bleed All Over The Paper And That's The Way You Get The Important Characters. Sooner Or Later Every Writer Worth Reading Writes A Story His Mother Wouldn't Read And Having To Get That Stuff Out Is Part Of One's Growth As A Writer.

I Just Need To Rest, That’s All, To Rest And Sleep Some, And Maybe Die A Little.

Even The Sky Was Grey. Grey And Grey And Greyer. The Whole World Grey, Everywhere You Look, Everything Grey Except The Eyes Of The Bride. The Eyes Of The Bride Were Brown. Big And Brown And Full Of Fear.

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

Laughter Is Poison To Fear.

I've Been Many Kinds Of Writers In My Career: Novelist; Tele-playwright; Short Story Writer. As A High-school Student, I Wrote Amateur Pieces For Fanzines, And I've Written For Hollywood.

Kings Are Falling Like Leaves This Autumn.

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

She Was No Stranger To Waiting, After All. Her Man Had Always Made Her Wait.

And What Lesson Can We Draw From Volantene History? If You Want To Conquer The World, You Best Have Dragons.

Conquer The World

My Mother Raised Me To Be Bold. If I Do Not Go, I Will Spend The Rest Of My Life Wondering What Might Have Happened If I Had." "if You Do Go, The Rest Of Your Life May Be Too Short For Wondering. - Asha & Rodrick

Arya, What Are You Doing?" "syrio Says A Water Dancer Can Stand On One Toe For Hours." Her Hands Flailed At The Air To Steady Herself. Ned Had To Smile. "which Toe?" He Teased. "any Toe," Arya Said, Exasperated With The Question. She Hopped From Her Right Leg To Her Left, Swaying Dangerously Before She Regained Her Balance. "must You Do Your Standing Here?" He Asked. "it's A Long Hard Fall Down These Steps." "syrio Says A Water Dancer Never Falls.

Trust Is Earned. Like Gold.

I Was Just A Kid Selling Monster Stories To The Kids In The Projects, Complete With A Dramatic Reading, Making The Werewolf Sounds. My Career Was Aborted Early On Because One Of My Main Customers Started To Have Nightmares And His Mother Came To My Mother And My Mother Shut Down My Whole Business.

Is It Treason To Say The Truth? A Bitter Truth, But No Less True For That.

We Read Fantasy To Find The Colors Again, I Think. To Taste Strong Spices And Hear The Songs The Sirens Sang.

The Pale Pink Light Of Dawn Sparkled On Branch And Leaf And Stone. Every Blade Of Grass Was Carved From Emerald, Every Drip Of Water Turned To Diamond. Flowers And Mushrooms Alike Wore Coats Of Glass. Even The Mud Puddles Had A Bright Brown Sheen. Through The Shimmering Greenery, The Black Tents Of His Brothers Were Encased In A Fine Glaze Of Ice. So There Is Magic Beyond The Wall After All.

She Went To The Window Seat And Sat There, Sniffling, Hating Them All, And Herself Most Of All. It Was All Her Fault, Everything Bad That Had Happened.

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

We Were Talking About The Prince,' Sansa Said, Her Voice Soft As A Kiss. Arya Knew Which Prince She Meant: Joffrey, Of Course. The Tall, Handsome One. Sansa Got To Sit With Him At The Feast. Arya Had To Sit With The Little Fat One. Naturally.

I Don't Ever Want T' Leave This Cave, Jon Snow. Not Ever

You Must Put These Dreams Aside, They Will Only Break Your Heart.

Every Man Should Lose A Battle In His Youth, So He Does Not Lose A War When He Is Old.

We're Children. We're Supposed To Be Childish.

Sometimes I Think Some Of My Fellow Novelists Who Have Not Worked In Television And Film Are Very Naive About This Process. They Get An Offer And There's The Dump Truck Full Of Money And They Sign It, They Cash The Check And Then They're Not Involved In The Series. They May Get Invited To The Premiere And They Come Out Of The Premiere Looking Like All Of Their Children Had Just Been Gassed, With A Stunned Look On Their Face Because Everything Has Been Changed.

Always Keep Your Foes Confused. If They Are Never Certain Who You Are Or What You Want, They Cannot Know What You Are Like To Do Next.

It Is Being Common-born That Is Dangerous, When The Great Lords Play Their Game Of Thrones.

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

Sure. Some Of The Reviews Have Been Very Flattering, But The Series Is Not Finished Yet. The End Needs To Be As Strong As The Beginning.

All The World Knew That A Maester Forged His Silver Link When He Learned The Art Of Healing—but The World Preferred To Forget That Men Who Knew How To Heal Also Knew How To Kill.

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

And When You Have It, What Then? Some Secrets Are Safer Kept Hidden. Some Secrets Are Too Dangerous To Share, Even With Those You Love And Trust.

Her Lord Father Had Taught Her Never To Steal, But It Was Growing Harder To Remember Why.

Turtles Have Always Been My Sigil, I Suppose. When I Was A Kid, Growing Up In Bayonne, Nj, I Lived In A Federal Housing Project, And We Were Not Allowed To Have A Dog Or Cats. The Only Pets I Could Have Were Turtles. So, I Had An Entire Toy Castle Filled With Dime-store Turtles. I Gave Them All Names, And Since They Were Living In A Toy Castle, I Decided They Were All Knights And Kingsand I Made Up Stories About How They Killed Each Other And Betrayed Each Other And Fought For The Kingdom. So, Game Of Thrones, Actually Began With Turtles. I Decided Later To Recast It With Actual Human Beings.

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.

It Was Bitingly Cold Up Here,and The Wind Pulled At His Clothes Like An Insistent Lover.

A Man Could Not Always Be Where He Belonged, Though.

Littlefinger: A Trade Envoy From Lys Once Observed To Me That Lord Stannis Must Love His Daughter Very Well, Since He'd Erected Hundreds Of Statues Of Her All Along The Walls Of Dragonstone. Tyrion: My Lord, Those Are Gargoyles.

What Is Dead May Never Die, But Rises Again, Stronger And Harder.

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

A Bag Of Dragons Buys A Man's Silence For A While, But A Well-placed Quarrel Buys It Forever.

If We Leave Our Smells Behind Us When We Leave A Room, Surely Something Of Our Souls Must Remain When We Leave This Life?" - Qyburn

True Knights Protect The Weak.” He Snorted. “there Are No True Knights, No More Than There Are Gods. If You Can’t Protect Yourself, Die And Get Out Of The Way Of Those Who Can. Sharp Steel And Strong Arms Rule This World, Don’t Ever Believe Any Different.” Sansa Backed Away From Him. “you’re Awful.” “i’m Honest. It’s The World That’s Awful.

When A Pirate Grows Rich Enough, They Make Him A Prince.

Men Of Honor Will Do Things For Their Children That They Would Never Consider Doing For Themselves.

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

The Best Calumnies Are Spiced With Truth.

The Heart Lies And The Head Plays Tricks On Us, But The Eyes See True. Look With Your Eyes. Hear With Your Ears. Taste With Your Mouth. Smell With Your Nose. Feel With Your Skin. Then Comes The Thinking, Afterward, And In A Way Knowing The Truth.

A True Man Does What He Will, Not What He Must.

There Are Things To Be Learned Even From The Dead.

There Are No Heroes...in Life, The Monsters Win.

The Choice Is Yours, Brother. Live A Thrall Or Die A King. Do You Dare To Fly? Unless You Take The Leap, You’ll Never Know." - Euron Greyjoy

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.

A Long Summer Always Meant A Long Winter To Come.

The Intelligent And Efficient Politician Is A Species Virtually Unknown In The Galaxy. Perhaps I Might Secure A Scraping [for My] Cell Library.

There Was An Agelessness About Him, A Stillness; On Roose Bolton's Face, Rage And Joy Looked Much The Same.

The Women Are The Strong Ones, Truly.

Jaime Smiled Knowingly. Men Will Read All Sorts Of Things Into A Knowing Smile If You Let Them.

I Know Nothing And Perhaps I Never Will.

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.

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.

As Much As I Love Historical Fiction, My Problem With Historical Fiction Is That You Always Know What's Going To Happen.

He Never Wanted Love, Though. You Cannot Eat Love, Nor Buy A Horse With It, Nor Warm Your Halls On A Cold Night.

Be Careful You Don't Cut Yourself. The Edges Are Sharp Enough To Shave With.' 'girls Don't Shave', Arya Said. 'maybe They Should. Have You Ever Seen The Septa's Legs?

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.

And If I'm Guilty Of Having Gratuitous Sex, Then I'm Also Guilty Of Having Gratuitous Violence, And Gratuitous Feasting, And Gratuitous Description Of Clothes, And Gratuitous Heraldry, Because Very Little Of This Is Necessary To Advance The Plot. But My Philosophy Is That Plot Advancement Is Not What The Experience Of Reading Fiction Is About. If All We Care About Is Advancing The Plot, Why Read Novels? We Can Just Read Cliffs Notes.

Not All Books Are For All People. We Read For Different Reasons.

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

On The Gallows Tree, All Men Are Brothers.

People Often Claim To Hunger For Truth, But Seldom Like The Taste When It's Served Up.

She Just Laughed In His Face And Told Him She'd Sooner Crawl In A Bed With His Father's Leeches Before She'd Crawl In One With Him. She Stopped Laughing When He Put His Knife In Her.

The Only Game. The Game Of Thrones.

There Are A Lot Of People Out There Who Will Write Books, In Which Everything Turns Out Nicely And The Bad Guys Lose, The Good Guys Win, The Boy Gets The Girl And They Live Happily Ever After. There's A Million Books Like That And If That's The Comfort You're Looking For, You Should Read Those Books And Not My Books Because That's Not The Kind Of Book That I Am Interested In.

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

The Common People Pray For Rain, Healthy Children And A Summer That Never Ends. It Is No Matter To Them If The High Lords Play Their Game Of Thrones, So Long As They Are Left In Peace.

Wisdom Oft Comes From The Mouth Of Babes.

In The Songs All Knights Are Gallant, All Maids Are Beautiful, And The Sun Is Always Shining.

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

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

It Was That White Cloak That Soiled Me, Not The Other Way Around.

Jaime Lannister

There Is Something Old And True In Fantasy That Speaks To Something Deep Within Us, To The Child Who Dreamt That One Day He Would Hunt The Forests Of The Night, And Feast Beneath The Hollow Hills, And Find A Love To Last Forever Somewhere South Of Oz And North Of Shangri-la.

His Dagger Was Out, Poised At Her Throat. “sing, Little Bird. Sing For Your Little Life.

They Hate You Because You Act Like You're Better Than They Are

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

O Medo Corta Mais Profundamente Do Que As Espadas.

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

Lords Are Gold And Knights Steel, But Two Links Can't Make A Chain. You Also Need Silver And Iron And Lead, Tin And Copper And Bronze And All The Rest, And Those Are Farmers And Smiths And Merchants And The Like. A Chain Needs All Sorts Of Metals, And A Land Needs All Sorts Of People.

The Maester Smiled...hush Now, Child, I'm Much Older Than You. I Can....die As I Please.

I Am Surrounded By Flatterers And Fools.

I Hate Outlines. I Have A Broad Sense Of Where The Story Is Going; I Know The End, I Know The End Of The Principal Characters, And I Know The Major Turning Points And Events From The Books, The Climaxes For Each Book, But I Don't Necessarily Know Each Twist And Turn Along The Way. That's Something I Discover In The Course Of Writing And That's What Makes Writing Enjoyable. I Think If I Outlined Comprehensively And Stuck To The Outline The Actual Writing Would Be Boring.

For Men, The Answer Was Always The Same And Never Farther Away Than The Nearest Sword. For A Woman, A Mother, The Way Was Stonier And Harder To Know.

What Are Gods For If Not To Sit In Judgment Over Men? The Many-faced God Does Not Weigh Men's Souls, However. He Gives His Gift To The Best Of Men As He Gives It To The Worst. Elsewise The Good Would Live Forever.

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.

Why Is It Always The Innocents Who Suffer Most, When You High Lords Play Your Game Of Thrones?

Ideas Are Cheap. I Have More Ideas Now Than I Could Ever Write Up. To My Mind, It's The Execution That Is All-important.

I Want To Make My Kingdom Beautiful, To Fill It With Fat Men And Pretty Maids And Laughing Children. I Want My People To Smile When They See Me Ride By, The Way Viserys Said They Smiled For My Father. (daenerys)

When I Was A Boy, I Dreamt That I Could Fly, He Announces. When I Woke, I Couldn't... Or So The Maester Said. But What If He Lied? What Do You Mean? Perhaps We Can Fly. All Of Us. How Will We Ever Know Unless We Leap From Some Tall Tower? No Man Ever Truly Knows What He Can Do Unless He Dares To Leap. There Is The Window. Leap. What Do You Want? The World.

We All Need To Be Mocked From Time To Time, Lest We Take Ourselves Too Seriously.

Half-truths Are Worth More Than Outright Lies.

The Air Smelled Of Paper And Dust And Years.

...ned Always Said That The Man Who Passes The Sentence Should Swing The Blade, Though He Never Took Any Joy In The Duty. But I Would, Oh, Yes.

And The Mystery Knight Should Defeat All Challengers And Name The Wolf Maid The Queen Of Love And Beauty.

...grief Can Derange Even The Strongest And Most Disciplined Of Minds.

The Sea Is Never Weary. I Must Be As Tireless.

You May Be As Different As The Sun And The Moon, But The Same Blood Flows Through Both Your Hearts. You Need Her, As She Needs You.

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

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

Go Ahead, Call Me All The Names You Want," Sansa Said Airily. "you Won't Dare When I'm Married To Joffrey. You'll Have To Bow And Call Me Your Grace." She Shrieked As Arya Flung The Orange Across The Table. It Caught Her In The Middle Of The Forehead With A Wet Squish And Plopped Down Into Her Lap. "you Have Juice On Your Face, Your Grace ," Arya Said.

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.

I Will Hurt You For This. I Don't Know How Yet, But Give Me Time. A Day Will Come When You Think Yourself Safe And Happy, And Suddenly Your Joy Will Turn To Ashes In Your Mouth, And You'll Know The Debt Is Paid.

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.

One Of The Big Breakthroughs, I Think For Me, Was Reading Robert A. Heinlein's Four Rules Of Writing, One Of Which Was, 'you Must Finish What You Write.' I Never Had Any Problem With The First One, 'you Must Write' - I Was Writing Since I Was A Kid. But I Never Finished What Writing.

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.

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.

The Years Leech At A Man's Memories, Even Those He Has Vowed Never To Forget.

I Was Always Intensely Romantic, Even When I Was Too Young To Understand What That Meant.

A Bear! A Bear! All Black And Brown And Covered In Hair!

You Should Grieve If A Fictional Character Is Killed. You Should Care.

We Look Up At The Same Stars And See Such Different Things." - Jon Snow

She Is Not Truly Beautiful But Something About Her Draws The Eye.

The Lord Of Winterfell Would Always Be A Stark

All That Syrio Forel Had Taught Her Went Racing Through Her Head. Swift As A Deer. Quiet As Shadow. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Quick As A Snake. Calm As Still Water. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Strong As A Bear. Fierce As A Wolverine. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Then Man Who Fears Losing Has Already Lost. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords.

Nothing Burns Like The Cold. But Only For A While. Then It Gets Inside You And Starts To Fill You Up, And After A While You Don't Have The Strength To Fight It.

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'm Not A Writer Who's Preaching Some Particular Philosophy Or Something But The Big Questions Do Concern Me And I Like To Make My Readers Think And Debate And Argue With Each Other And Look At Some Aspect Of The World Or Some Act Of Governance Or War Or Power And Have An Angle They Haven't Considered Before, And That's Something I Strive For And Hopefully Have Accomplished.

Now I Understand Why King Stannis Let The Wildlings Through The Wall. He Means For Us To Eat Them.

Ser Jaime?" Even In Soiled Pink Satin And Torn Lace, Brienne Looked More Like A Man In A Gown Than A Proper Woman."i Am Grateful, But...you Were Well Away. Why Come Back?" A Dozen Quips Came To Mind, Each Crueler Than The One Before, But Jaime Only Shrugged. "i Dreamed Of You," He Said.

The Things I Do For Love.

Power Resides Only Where Men Believe It Resides. [...] A Shadow On The Wall, Yet Shadows Can Kill. And Ofttimes A Very Small Man Can Cast A Very Large Shadow.

An Awful Lot Of Fantasy, And Even Some Great Fantasy, Falls Into The Mistake Of Assuming That A Good Man Will Be A Good King, That All That Is Necessary Is To Be A Decent Human Being And When You're King Everything Will Go Swimmingly.

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

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.

It’s Being Ready To Accept Rejection. You Can Work On A Book For Two Years And Get It Published, And It’s Like You May As Well Have Thrown It Down A Well. It’s Not All Champagne And Doing Interviews With The New York Times.

You Kill Men For The Wrongs They Have Done, Not The Wrongs That They May Do Someday.

He Was No Dragon, Dany Thought, Curiously Calm. Fire Cannot Kill A Dragon

The Letter . . . What Did Your Lords Make Of It, I Wonder?” Stannis Snorted. “celtigar Pronounced It Admirable. If I Showed Him The Contents Of My Privy, He Would Declare That Admirable As Well.

I've Lost A Hand, A Father, A Son, A Sister, And A Lover, And Soon Enough I Will Lose A Brother. And Yet They Keep Telling Me House Lannister Won This War.

Eat Your Heart Out, Rowling. Maybe You Have Billions Of Dollars And My Hugo, But You Don't Have Readers Like These.

Sometimes I Think Everyone Is Just Pretending To Be Brave, And None Of Us Really Are. Maybe Pretending Is How You Get Brave, I Don't Know.

Tyrion Lannister Could Not Have Been More Astonished If Aegon The Conqueror Himself Had Burst Into The Room, Riding On A Dragon And Juggling Lemon Pies.

There Are Some Examples Of Medieval Kings Who Were Terrible Human Beings But Were Nevertheless Good Kings.

A Dead Enemy Is A Joy Forever

Power Is A Trick. It Lies Where We Believe It Lies.

She Had Put Despair And Fear Aside, As If They Were Garments She Did Not Choose To Wear.

As We Sin, So Do We Suffer

No Fight Is Hopeless Till It Has Been Fought.

You Are Grown So Very Great Now, Yet The Higher A Man Climbs The Farther He Has To Fall.

What's Dead May Never Die.

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

You'll Find Truth In Your Looking Glass, Not On The Tongues Of Men.

Catelyn Wanted To Run To Him, To Kiss His Sweet Brow, To Wrap Him In Her Arms So Tightly That He Would Never Come To Harm.

I Buried Him With Mine Own Hands, In A Place He Showed Me Once When I Was A Squire At Storm’s End. No One Shall Ever Find Him There To Disturb His Rest.” He Looked At Jaime Defiantly. “i Will Defend King Tommen With All My Strength, I Swear It. I Will Give My Life For His If Need Be. But I Will Never Betray Renly, By Word Or Deed. He Was The King That Should Have Been. He Was The Best Of Them.

I Have Some Other Novels I Want To Write. I Have A Lot Of Short Stories - I Love The Short Story.

Remember This, Boy. All Dwarfs May Be Bastards, Yet Not All Bastards Need Be Dwarfs." And With That He Turned And Sauntered Back Into The Feast, Whistling A Tune. When He Opened The Door, The Light From Within Threw His Shadow Clear Across The Yard, And For Just A Moment Tyrion Lannister Stood Tall As A King.

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?

Tomorrow's Trials Concerned Her More Than Yesterday's Triumphs.

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

I Want You To Be Afraid To Turn The Page (and To Do That) You Need To Show Right From The Beginning That You're Playing For Keeps.

You Are An Honest And Honorable Man...ofttimes I Forget That. I Have Met So Few Of Them In My Life.

Even In Dreams, You Could Not Fall Forever.

The Man Is As Useless As Nipples On A Breastplate.

A Bruise Is A Lesson... And Each Lesson Makes Us Better.

I Have An Instinctual Distrust Of Conventional Happy Endings.

Dark Wings, Dark Words.

Folly And Desperation Are Ofttimes Hard To Tell Apart.

Every Flight Begins With A Fall.

The Way My Books Are Structured, Everyone Was Together, Then They All Went Their Separate Ways And The Story Deltas Out Like That, And Now It’s Getting To The Point Where The Story Is Beginning To Delta Back In, And The Viewpoint Characters Are Occasionally Meeting Up With Each Other Now And Being In The Same Point At The Same Time, Which Gives Me A Lot More Flexibility For Killing People.

People Are Going To Die Who Don't Die In The Books, So Even The Book Readers Will Be Unhappy. So Everybody Better Be On Their Toes. David And D.b. (david Benioff And D.b. Weiss Co-creators Of 'game Of Thrones') Are Even Bloodier Than I Am.

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

Mother Said," Mocked The King. "don't Be Childish." "we're Children," Myrcella Declared Haughtily. "we're Supposed To Be Childish." The Hound Laughed. "she Has You There.

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.

One Of The Hardest Parts Of Writing Is Writing From The Gut Or The Heart Or Something Like That Rather Than Intellectually.

A Man Who Won't Listen Can't Hear.

He Wants You To Smile And Smell Sweet And Be His Lady Love. He Wants To Hear You Recite All Your Pretty Little Words The Way The Septa Taught You. He Wants You To Love Him... And Fear Him.

Time Is Different For A Tree Than For A Man. Sun And Soil And Water, These Are The Things A Weirwood Understands, Not Days And Years And Centuries. For Men, Time Is A River. We Are Trapped In Its Flow, Hurtling From Past To Present, Always In The Same Direction. The Lives Of Trees Are Different. They Root And Grow And Die In One Place, And That River Does Not Move Them. The Oak Is The Acorn, The Acorn Is The Oak.

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