Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna, and thousands died for it.

The Iron Throne is mine by rights. All those who deny that are my foes." "The whole of the realm denies it, brother," said Renley. "Old men deny it with their death rattle, and unborn children deny it in their mothers' wombs. They deny it in Dorne and they deny it on the Wall. No one wants you for their king. Sorry.

I beg you both, take heart.'(Varys) 'Whose?' asked Tyrion sourly. He could think of several tempting choices.

A dead enemy is a joy forever

What could he have done, one man against so many?" He could have tried, Brienne thought.

I have idea files of books that I want to write one of these days, stories I want to write one of these days, but I'll probably never get to them.

One of the hardest parts of writing is writing from the gut or the heart or something like that rather than intellectually.