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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.

-George R. R. Martin

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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.

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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.

A Lot Of Fantasy Names Are Too Much. They’re Too Difficult To Pronounce. I Wanted The Flavour Of Medieval England. I Took Actual Names We Still Use Today, Like ‘robert’, And In Some Case I Tweaked Them A Little Bit. I Made ‘edward’ Into ‘eddard’. If You Look Back At Medieval Times, No One Knew How To Spell Their Own Names. There Are A Lot Of Variations That We’ve Lost.

Great Wrongs Have Been Done You, But The Past Is Dust. The Future May Yet Be Won.

It's Different For Every Writer. It's Not A Career For Anyone Who Needs Security. It's A Career For Gamblers. It's A Career Of Ups And Downs.

If The Day Comes When You Would Find Me Again, Give That Coin To Any Man From Braavos, And Say These Words To Him--valar Morghulis.

Books Are Dead Men Talking.

A Man Agrees With God As A Raindrop Agrees With The Storm

Night Gathers, And Now My Watch Begins. It Shall Not End Until My Death. I Shall Take No Wife, Hold No Lands, Father No Children. I Shall Wear No Crowns And Win No Glory. I Shall Live And Die At My Post. I Am The Sword In The Darkness. I Am The Watcher On The Walls. I Am The Fire That Burns Against Cold, The Light That Brings The Dawn, The Horn That Wakes The Sleepers, The Shield That Guards The Realms Of Men. I Pledge My Life And Honor To The Night's Watch, For This Night And All The Nights To Come.

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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