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Only The Soldier Pines And Sentinels Still Showed Green; The Broadleaf Trees Had Donned Mantles Of Russet And Gold, Or Else Uncloaked Themselves To Scratch Against The Sky With Branches Brown And Bare.

-George R. R. Martin

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Only The Soldier Pines

George R. R. Martin

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Only The Soldier Pines And Sentinels Still Showed Green; The Broadleaf Trees Had Donned Mantles Of Russet And Gold, Or Else Uncloaked Themselves To Scratch Against The Sky With Branches Brown And Bare.

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Is There Any Creature On Earth As Unfortunate As An Ugly Woman? (wonders Lady Catelyn Stark)

Those Are Brave Men... Lets Go Kill Them

Some Truths Did Not Bear Saying, And Some Lies Were Necessary.

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.

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

Yes - 90% Of Fantasy Is Crap. And So Is 90% Of Science Fiction And 90% Of Mystery Fiction And 90% Of Literary Fiction.

I’d Be Anonymous. That’s What I’d Do Differently.

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.

All Fiction, If It's Successful, Is Going To Appeal To The Emotions. Emotion Is Really What Fiction Is All About. That's Not To Say Fiction Can't Be Thoughtful, Or Present Some Interesting Or Provocative Ideas To Make Us Think. But If You Want To Present An Intellectual Argument, Nonfiction Is A Better Tool. You Can Drive A Nail With A Shoe But A Hammer Is A Better Tool For That. But Fiction Is About Emotional Resonance, About Making Us Feel Things On A Primal And Visceral Level.

A Harp Can Be A Dangerous As A Sword, In The Right Hands.

I Am Not Going To Get Into It Myself, Except To Say (1) If I Am Writing "boy Fiction," Who Are All Those Boys With Breasts Who Keep Turning Up By The Hundreds At My Signings And Readings? And (2) Thank You, Geek Girls! I Love You All.

Inside The Room, A Man And A Woman Were Wrestling. They Were Both Naked.

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.

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.

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