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.

That little touch is not in the books, but I wish it had been in the books because it was a great addition.

I have always been a dark writer.

When you tear out a man's tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you're only telling the world that you fear what he might say.

I don't ever want t' leave this cave, Jon Snow. Not ever

The vast majority of writers out there, they finish their books and no one cares whether their book is late or ever comes out at all. And then it comes out and two reviews are published and it sells 12 copies.

Once, I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off.