I think my very earliest stories were all intellectual exercises and I was writing from experiences I had never had about characters who were about an inch deep.

And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

The gods don’t care about men, no more than kings care about peasants.

Ned was clad in a white linen doublet with the direwolf of Stark on the breast; his black wool cloak was fastened at the collar by his silver hand of office. Black and white and grey, all the shades of truth.

Writing is like sausage making in my view; you'll all be happier in the end if you just eat the final product without knowing what's gone into it.

The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. Look her in the eyes before you kill her. See her tears, hear her last words. You owe her that much at least." - Eddard Stark

Great wrongs have been done you, but the past is dust. The future may yet be won.