Writing is like sausage making in my view; you'll all be happier in the end if you just eat the final product without knowing what's gone into it.

In my dreams, I kill him every night,' Robert admitted. 'A thousand deaths will still be less than he deserves'.

I have always been a dark writer.

A man who won't listen can't hear.

I am surrounded by flatterers and fools.

Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

I buried him with mine own hands, in a place he showed me once when I was a squire at Storm’s End. No one shall ever find him there to disturb his rest.” He looked at Jaime defiantly. “I will defend King Tommen with all my strength, I swear it. I will give my life for his if need be. But I will never betray Renly, by word or deed. He was the king that should have been. He was the best of them.