It was a story called ‘The Hero’ which I sold to Galaxy magazine in 1970, for $94.

You wear your honor like a suit of armor... You think it keeps you safe, but all it does is weigh you down and make it hard for you to move.

If we leave our smells behind us when we leave a room, surely something of our souls must remain when we leave this life?" - Qyburn

Ten years from now, no one is going to care how quickly the books came out. The only thing that will matter, the only thing anyone will remember, is how good they were. That's my main concern, and always will be.

Wizards die the same as other men, once you cut their heads off.

Nothing. My father is very good at doing nothing. He calls it thinking.

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang.