Drowning was bad enough. But drowning sad and sober, that's too cruel.
There are two kinds of writers. There are architects and gardeners. The architects do blueprints before they drive the first nail. The gardeners just dig a hole and plant the seed and see what comes up.
You mistake patience for forbearance.
All dwarfs may be bastards yet not all bastards are dwarfs.
I wanted to write a big novel, something epic in scale.
Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father's head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.