I knew a man once who told me that I smiled at the wrong things." "Do you? "Only by the light of those who smile at nothing.

Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna, and thousands died for it.

And who are you, the proud Lord said that I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws. And, mine are as long and sharp, my Lord as long and sharp as yours. And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that Lord of Castamere, but now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear. Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear.

I would also suggest that any aspiring writer begin with short stories. These days, I meet far too many young writers who try to start off with a novel right off, or a trilogy, or even a nine-book series. That's like starting in at rock climbing by tackling Mt. Everest. Short stories help you learn your craft.

No fight is hopeless till it has been fought.

Jay wondered how they'd feel the morning they all woke up and realized that somehow Camelot had turned into Mordor.

These old knights are more cunning than you think, or they would never have lived to see their first grey hair.