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There Are Two Kinds Of Writers. There Are Architects And Gardeners. The Architects Do Blueprints Before They Drive The First Nail. The Gardeners Just Dig A Hole And Plant The Seed And See What Comes Up.

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Words Are Like Arrows, Arianne. Once Loosed, You Cannot Call Them Back. - Areo Hotah

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

I Never Wanted To See Half The Things I've Seen, And I've Never Seen Half The Things I Wanted To. I Don't Think Wanting Comes Into It. You'd Best Go All The Same.

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.

Viserys Sold My Mother's Crown, And Men Called Him A Beggar. I Shall Keep This One, So Men Will Call Me A Queen. (daenerys)

Make No Mistake, Dwarf. I Fought For You, But I Do Not Love You'' ''it Was Your Blade I Needed'' Tyrion Said, ''not Your Love.

Nothing Burns Like The Cold.

Kind? How Boring That Would Be. I Aspire To Be Wicked.

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 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.

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When You Have Known The Kiss Of A Flaying Knife, A Laugh Loses All Its Power To Hurt You.

I Never Finished Any Of My Early Stories. They Were All Beginnings, An Endless Number Of Beginnings.

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A Crown Should Not Sit Easy On The Head.

Children Are A Battle Of A Different Sort. ... A Battle Without Banners Or Warhorns But No Less Fierce.

I Had These Cheap Alien Toys And I Made Up Stories For Them. They Were Space Pirates. They Didn’t Have Names So I Made Up Names. These Were The First Stories I Wrote. Even As A Little Kid I Was Thinking About Torture.

Made Up Stories

Jon: Have You Seen The Wall? | Sam: I'm Fat, Not Blind.

When You Tear Out A Man's Tongue, You Are Not Proving Him A Liar, You're Only Telling The World That You Fear What He Might Say.

She Could Not Bear To Look At Him Just Now. If She Did, She Might Well Slap Him Again. Or Cry. Or Kiss Him. And Never Know Which Was Right And Which Was Wrong And Which Was Madness.

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

I Know Nothing And Perhaps I Never Will.

‎[melisandre] "his Grace Is Growing Fond Of You." [jon] "i Can Tell. He Only Threatened To Behead Me Twice." Page 58

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