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Will You Make A Song For Him?' The Woman Asked. 'he Has A Song,' The Man Replied. 'he Is The Prince That Was Promised, And His Is The Song Of Ice And Fire.

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Will You Make A Song For Him?' The Woman Asked. 'he Has A Song,' The Man Replied. 'he Is The Prince That Was Promised, And His Is The Song Of Ice And Fire.

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Small Men Oft Feel A Need To Prove Their Courage With Unseemly Boasts," He Declared. "i Doubt If He Could Kill A Duck." Tyrion Shrugged. "fetch The Duck.

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The Man Who Passes The Sentence Should Swing The Sword. If You Would Take A Man's Life, You Owe It To Him To Look Into His Eyes And Hear His Final Words. And If You Cannot Bear To Do That, Then Perhaps The Man Does Not Deserve To Die.

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The Beauty Raised Her Eyes, The Only Part Of Her That Was Truly Beautiful.

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In The Game Of Thrones, Even The Humblest Pieces Can Have Wills Of Their Own. Sometimes They Refuse To Make The Moves You've Planned For Them.

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A Lot Of Writing Takes Place In The Subconscious, And It's Bound To Have An Effect.

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If Ice Can Burn, Then Love And Hate Can Mate.

Remember This, Boy. All Dwarfs May Be Bastards, Yet Not All Bastards Need Be Dwarfs." And With That He Turned And Sauntered Back Into The Feast, Whistling A Tune. When He Opened The Door, The Light From Within Threw His Shadow Clear Across The Yard, And For Just A Moment Tyrion Lannister Stood Tall As A King.

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We Look At Mountains And Call Them Eternal, And They Seem... But In The Course Of Time, Mountains Rise And Fall, Rivers Change Their Courses, Starts Fall From The Sky, And Great Cities Sink Beneath The Sea. Even Gods Die, We Think. Everything Changes.

A Lord May Love The Men That He Commands, But He Cannot Be A Friend To Them. One Day He May Need To Sit In Judgement On Them, Or Send Them Forth To Die.

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Wind And Words. We Are Only Human, And The Gods Have Fashioned Us For Love. That Is Our Great Glory, And Our Great Tragedy.

In The World As I Have Seen It, No Man Grows Rich By Kindness.

What Do We Say To The Lord Of Death?" "not Today.

The Only Game. The Game Of Thrones.

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.

I Knew That, When Writing A Book, You're Not Constrained By A Budget. You're Not Constrained By What You Can Do, In Terms Of The Special Effects Technology. You're Not Limited To Any Particular Running Time.

She Was Daenerys Stormborn, The Unburnt, Khaleesi And Queen, Mother Of Dragons, Slayer Of Warlocks, Breaker Of Chains, And There Was No One In The World That She Could Trust.

I Feel Satisfaction At The End Of The Day When I've Written A Scene That I Really Like Or When I Write A Good Line Of Dialogue That I Read Out To My Wife Or Something Like That. But There's Also Days Where It's Just Bloody Agony And I Go, 'ugh, This Is Such Crap! Why Did I Think I Had Any Talent?

Give Me A Good Sharp Knife And A Good Sharp Cheese And I’m A Happy Man.

And All Was Black And Still, And Black And Cold, And Black And Dead, And Black.

Trust Is Earned. Like Gold.

Give Me Honorable Enemies Rather Than Ambitious Ones, And I'll Sleep More Easily By Night.

Sometimes The Best Way To Baffle Them Is To Make Moves That Have No Purpose, Or Even Seem To Work Against You

It All Goes Back And Back," Tyrion Thought, "to Our Mothers And Fathers And Theirs Before Them. We Are Puppets Dancing On The Strings Of Those Who Came Before Us, And One Day Our Own Children Will Take Up Our Strings And Dance In Our Steads.

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.

Let His Sword Break And His Shield Shatter, Sansa Thought Coldly As She Shoved Out Through The Doors, Let His Courage Fail Him And Every Man Desert Him.

Just Where Do You Think You Are Going, Arya?' The Septa Demanded. Arya Glared At Her. 'i Have To Go Shoe A Horse,' She Said Sweetly Taking A Brief Satisfaction In The Shock On The Septa's Face.

When The Sun Has Set, No Candle Can Replace It.

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.

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

I Had This Desire To See The World. I Couldn't See Any Of It, But I Saw It In My Imagination, And That's Why I Always Read Books, And I Could Go To Mars Or Middle Earth Or The Hyborian Age.

The Man Who Passes The Sentence Should Swing The Sword. Look Her In The Eyes Before You Kill Her. See Her Tears, Hear Her Last Words. You Owe Her That Much At Least." - Eddard Stark

Power Resides Where Men Believe It To Reside.

Death Is So Terribly Final, While Life Is Full Of Possibilities.

An Admiral Without Ships, A Hand Without Fingers, In Service Of A King Without A Throne. Is This A Knight Who Comes Before Us, Or The Answer To A Child's Riddle?

You Are Grown So Very Great Now, Yet The Higher A Man Climbs The Farther He Has To Fall.

Do You Want To Die Old And Craven In Your Bed?- How Else? Though Not Till I'm Done Reading.

I Don't Like The Strictly Objective Viewpoint [in Which All Of The Characters' Actions Are Described In The Third Person, But We Never Hear What Any Of Them Are Thinking.] Which Is Much More Of A Cinematic Technique. Something Written In Third Person Objective Is What The Camera Sees. Because Unless You're Doing A Voiceover, Which Is Tremendously Clumsy, You Can't Hear The Ideas Of Characters. For That, We Depend On Subtle Clues That The Directors Put In And That The Actors Supply. I Can Actually Write, "'yes You Can Trust Me,' He Lied." [but It's Better To Get Inside The Characters' Heads.]

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." He Touched Her Lightly With Two Fingers. "some Liars Blink. Some Stare. Some Look Away. Some Lick Their Lips. Many Coer Their Mouths Just Before They Tell A Lie, As If To Hide Their Deceit. Other Signs May Be More Subtle, But They Are Always There. A False Smile And A True One May Look Alike, But They Are As Different As Dusk From Dawn.

I Like Dogs Better Than Knights. A Hound Will Die For You, But Never Lie To You. And He'll Look You Straight In The Face. He Cupped Her Under The Jaw, Raising Her Chin, His Fingers Pinchingher Painfully. And That's More Than Little Birds Can Do, Isn't It? I Never Got My Song.

Be Careful You Don't Cut Yourself. The Edges Are Sharp Enough To Shave With.' 'girls Don't Shave', Arya Said. 'maybe They Should. Have You Ever Seen The Septa's Legs?

Too Stupid To Learn And Too Stupid To Give Up.

I Was A Journalism Major, And I Would Take Creative Writing Classes As Part Of That, But I Would Also Look For Opportunities To Write Stories For Some Of My Other Classes. So For My Course In Scandinavian History, I Asked If I Could Write Historical Fiction Instead Of Term Papers. Sometimes They’d Say Yes.

A Reader Lives A Thousand Lives Before He Dies.

Why Is It Always The Innocents Who Suffer Most, When You High Lords Play Your Game Of Thrones?

The Lord Of Winterfell Would Always Be A Stark

No Man Threatens His Grace In The Presence Of The Kingsguard.” Tyrion Lannister Raised An Eyebrow. “i Am Not Threatening The King, Ser, I Am Educating My Nephew. Bronn, Timett, The Next Time Ser Boros Opens His Mouth, Kill Him.” The Dwarf Smiled. “now That Was A Threat, Ser. See The Difference?

You Would Consider Me An Atheist Or Agnostic. I Find Religion And Spirituality Fascinating. I Would Like To Believe This Isn’t The End And There’s Something More, But I Can’t Convince The Rational Part Of Me That That Makes Any Sense Whatsoever.

I Don’t Know If I Have Any Particular Views About Women In Positions Of Power, Though I Do Think It’s More Difficult For Women, Particularly In A Medieval Setting. They Have The Additional Problem That They’re A Woman And People Don’t Want Them In A Position Of Power In An Essentially Patriarchal Society.

Position Of Power

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.

Speak The Name, And Death Will Come. On The Morrow, At The Turn Of The Moon, A Year From This Day, It Will Come. A Man Does Not Fly Like A Bird, But One Foot Moves And Then Another And One Day A Man Is There.

So Many Vows … They Make You Swear And Swear. Defend The King. Obey The King. Keep His Secrets. Do His Bidding. Your Life For His. But Obey Your Father. Love Your Sister. Protect The Innocent. Defend The Weak. Respect The Gods. Obey The Laws. It’s Too Much. No Matter What You Do, You’re Forsaking One Vow Or Another.

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

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