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.
George R. R. MartinThe stone is strong. Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either.
George R. R. MartinChaos isnโt a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, but they refuse. They cling to the realm, or the gods, or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.
George R. R. MartinMy featherbed is deep and soft, and there Iโll lay you down, Iโll dress you all in yellow silk and on your head a crown. For you shall be my lady love, and I shall be your lord. Iโll always keep you warm and safe, and guard you with my sword. And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me. Iโll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass, But you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass.
George R. R. Martin