There’s part of me that loves words. But sometimes it feels like you’re trying to drive nails with your shoe.

Tears, she said scornfully to Sansa as the woman was led from the hall. The woman's weapon, my lady mother used to call them. The man's weapon is a sword. And that tells us all you need to know, doesn't it?

Trust is earned. Like gold.

First rule, stick them with the pointy end!

Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.

I have an instinctual distrust of conventional happy endings.

Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.