Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.

Fear cuts deeper than swords.

I've never been quite sure what the point of a eunuch is, if truth be told. It seems to me they're only men with the useful bits cut off.

I'm honest. It's the world that's awful.

I get up every day and work in the morning. I have my coffee and get to work. On good days I look up and it's dark outside and the whole day has gone by and I don't know where it's gone. But there's bad days, too. Where I struggle and sweat and a half hour creeps by and I've written three words. And half a day creeps by and I've written a sentence and a half and then I quit for the day and play computer games. You know, sometimes you eat the bear and sometimes the bear eats you. [Laughs]

I am surrounded by flatterers and fools.

Books are dead men talking.