The only game. The game of thrones.

It's different for every writer. It's not a career for anyone who needs security. It's a career for gamblers. It's a career of ups and downs.

Spikes, " he sighed. "Heads. Walls.

Shattered legs may heal in time, but some betrayals fester and poison the soul.

You can't hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn't mean it's useless.

I could have written a story about a well-adjusted family. Ned Stark comes down to King’s Landing and takes over and solves all their problems. Would that have been as exciting?

Jon Snow: I'm not afraid to die. Mormont: Nor life, I hope.