The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.

For the night is dark and full of terrors.

Madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a new Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land.

When I am writing best, I really am lost in my world. I lose track of the outside world. I have a difficult time balancing between my real world and the artificial world.

Life is not a song, sweetling. Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow.

The intelligent and efficient politician is a species virtually unknown in the galaxy. Perhaps I might secure a scraping [for my] cell library.

If ice can burn, then love and hate can mate.