The maester smiled...Hush now, child, I'm much older than you. I can....die as I please.

I work for two years on a book and it comes out and two days later I've got my first e-mail: When is the next one coming out?

she would die as she had lived, with an axe in her hand and a laugh upon her lips.

What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves.

When I sleep I turn into a wolf. Bran turned his face away and looked back out into the night. Do wolves dreams?

In the world as I have seen it, no man grows rich by kindness.

A great many of the epic fantasies, from The Lord of the Rings onward, are about war, but to my mind, a lot of it doesn't really deal honestly with the consequences of war, what war does to us, as a society, what war does to us, as individuals, and the struggle for power, in the same way, and what we're fighting for.