Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.

My biggest dream was to ruin the lives of my readers and crush their souls... And I really think that worked out pretty well for me.

I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.

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

The sun will soon be setting, and corpses make poor company by night. These were dark and dangerous men, alive. I doubt that death will have improved them.

I feel satisfaction at the end of the day when I've written a scene that I really like or when I write a good line of dialogue that I read out to my wife or something like that. But there's also days where it's just bloody agony and I go, 'ugh, this is such crap! Why did I think I had any talent?

Even in dreams, you could not fall forever.