You should grieve if a fictional character is killed. You should care.

It was the easiest thing in the world for Arya to step up behind him and stab him. “Is there gold hidden in the village?” she shouted as she drove the blade up through his back. “Is there silver? Gems?” She stabbed twice more. “Is there food? Where is Lord Beric?” She was on top of him by then, still stabbing. “Where did he go? How many men were with him? How many knights? How many bowmen? How many, how many, how many, how many, how many, how many? is there gold in the village?

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?

- Some men think because they are afraid to do. - There is a difference between fear and caution.

She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother’s laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves.

The white horse and the black one wheeled like lovers at a harvest dance, the riders throwing steel in place of kisses.

For they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.