Men see what they expect to see.

There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.

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

I can see a scene in my head, and when I try to get it down in words on paper, the words are clunky; the scene is not coming across right. So frustrating. And there are days where it keeps flowing. Open the floodgates, and there it is. Pages and pages coming. Where the hell does this all come from? I don't know.

I am surrounded by flatterers and fools.

When you have known the kiss of a flaying knife, a laugh loses all its power to hurt you.

Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK.