He pushed himself to his feet. โDonโt lie, Sansa. I am malformed, scarred, and small, butโฆโ she could see him groping โโฆabed, when the candles are blown out, I am made no worse than other men. In the dark, I am the Knight of Flowers.โ He took a draught of wine. โI am generous. Loyal to those who are loyal to me. Iโve proven Iโm no craven. And I am cleverer than most, surely wits count for something. I can even be kind. Kindness is not a habit with us Lannisters, I fear, but I know I have some somewhere. I could beโฆ I could be good to you.
George R. R. MartinItโs being ready to accept rejection. You can work on a book for two years and get it published, and itโs like you may as well have thrown it down a well. Itโs not all champagne and doing interviews with The New York Times.
George R. R. MartinAs much as I love historical fiction, my problem with historical fiction is that you always know what's going to happen.
George R. R. MartinHe was beastly tired, but it was hard to stop. One more book, he had told himself, then I'll stop. One more folio, just one more. One more page, then I'll go up and rest and get a bite to eat. But there was always another page after that one, and another after that, and another book waiting underneath the pile. I'll just take a quick peek to see what this one is about, he'd think, and before he knew he would be halfway through it.
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