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Robert Was The True Steel. Stannis Is Pure Iron, Black And Hard And Strong, Yes, But Brittle, The Way Iron Gets. He'll Break Before He Bends. And Renly, That One, He's Copper, Bright And Shiny, Pretty To Look At But Not Worth All That Much At The End Of The Day.

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Robert Was The True

George R. R. Martin

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Robert Was The True Steel. Stannis Is Pure Iron, Black And Hard And Strong, Yes, But Brittle, The Way Iron Gets. He'll Break Before He Bends. And Renly, That One, He's Copper, Bright And Shiny, Pretty To Look At But Not Worth All That Much At The End Of The Day.

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

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

I'm A Strong Believer In Telling Stories Through A Limited But Very Tight Third Person Point Of View. I Have Used Other Techniques During My Career, Like The First Person Or The Omniscient View Point, But I Actually Hate The Omniscient Viewpoint. None Of Us Have An Omniscient Viewpoint; We Are Alone In The Universe. We Hear What We Can Hear... We Are Very Limited. If A Plane Crashes Behind You I Would See It But You Wouldn't. That's The Way We Perceive The World And I Want To Put My Readers In The Head Of My Characters.

My Biggest Dream Was To Ruin The Lives Of My Readers And Crush Their Souls... And I Really Think That Worked Out Pretty Well For Me.

But A Voice Inside Her Whispered, There Are No Heroes, And She Remembered What Lord Petyr Had Said To Her, Here In This Very Hall. 'life Is Not A Song, Sweetling,' He'd Told Her, 'you May Learn That One Day To Your Sorrow.' In Life, The Monsters Win, She Told Herself.

Believe It Or Not, I Worked Four Summers In College As A Sports Writer Covering Baseball For A Parks And Rec Department In Bayonne, N.j.

Some Battles Are Won With Swords And Spears, Others With Quills And Ravens.

I Think Life Is A Jape. Yours, Mine, Everyone's

Truly, Sister, You Were Born To Be A Widow. (tyrion To Cersei)

An Honest Kiss, A Little Kindness, Everyone Deserves That Much, However Big Or Small.

You Promised Him Vengeance As Well.' 'i Promised Him Justice.' 'call It What You Will. It Still Comes Down To Blood." - Tywin & Tyrion

Only A Fool Humbles Himself When The World Is So Full Of Men Eager To Do That Job For Him. (theon Greyjoy)

Wine Makes All Things Possible.

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

If You Need Help Bark Like A Dog." - Gendry. "that's Stupid. If I Need Help I'll Shout Help." - Arya

The Gods Don’t Care About Men, No More Than Kings Care About Peasants.

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