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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.

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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.

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

For The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors.

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.

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

Arya Lifted Her Gaze From The Dead Man And His Dead Dog. Jaqen H'ghar Was Leaning Up Against The Side Of The Wailing Tower. When He Saw Her Looking, He Lifted A Hand To His Face And Laid Two Fingers Casually Against His Cheek.

We All Dream Of Things We Cannot Have.

Don’t Call Me Lord Snow.” The Dwarf Lifted An Eyebrow. “would You Rather Be Called The Imp? Let Them See That Their Words Can Cut You And You’ll Never Be Free Of The Mockery. If They Want To Give You A Name Take It Make It Your Own. Then They Can’t Hurt You With It Anymore.

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.

When The Red Star Bleeds And The Darkness Gathers, Azor Ahai Shall Be Born Again Amidst Smoke And Salt To Wake Dragons Out Of Stone.

I've Said In Many Interviews That I Like My Fiction To Be Unpredictable. I Like There To Be Considerable Suspense.

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

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.

Once You’ve Accepted Your Flaws, No One Can Use Them Against You.

I've Always Preferred Writing About Grey Characters And Human Characters. Whether They Are Giants Or Elves Or Dwarves, Or Whatever They Are, They're Still Human, And The Human Heart Is Still In Conflict With The Self.

There Is Magic In My Universe, But It's Pretty Low Magic Compared To Other Fantasies.

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.

An Artist Has An Obligation To Tell The Truth. [...] That The True Horrors Of Human History Derive Not From Orcs And Dark Lords, But From Ourselves. We Are The Monsters. (and The Heroes Too). Each Of Us Has Within Himself The Capacity For Great Good, And Great Evil.

And For The First Time In Hundreds Of Years, The Night Came Alive With The Music Of Dragons.

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