Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.

I don't like the strictly objective viewpoint [in which all of the characters' actions are described in the third person, but we never hear what any of them are thinking.] Which is much more of a cinematic technique. Something written in third person objective is what the camera sees. Because unless you're doing a voiceover, which is tremendously clumsy, you can't hear the ideas of characters. For that, we depend on subtle clues that the directors put in and that the actors supply. I can actually write, "'Yes you can trust me,' he lied." [But it's better to get inside the characters' heads.]

I dreamed... in the black of night a man asks all the questions he dare not ask by daylight. For me, the past years, only one question has remained. Why would the gods take my eyes and my strength, yet condemn me to linger on so long, frozen and forgotten? What use could they have for an old done man like me? ... I remember, Sam. I still remember. Remember what? Dragons, Aemon whispered.

I work for two years on a book and it comes out and two days later I've got my first e-mail: When is the next one coming out?

For they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.

Power resides where men believe it to reside.