Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm.

It is better to be seen as cruel than foolish.

I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.

My own heroes are the dreamers, those men and women who tried to make the world a better place than when they found it, whether in small ways or great ones. Some succeeded, some failed, most had mixed results... but it is the effort that's heroic, as I see it. Win or lose, I admire those who fight the good fight.

I've been many kinds of writers in my career: novelist; tele-playwright; short story writer. As a high-school student, I wrote amateur pieces for fanzines, and I've written for Hollywood.

I like grey characters; fantasy for too long has been focused on very stereotypical heroes and villains.

Some men want whores on the eve of battle, and some want gods. Jon wondered who felt better afterward.