We know truth for the cruel instrument it is. Beauty is infinitely preferable to truth.

Every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is old.

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

Even in dreams, you could not fall forever.

What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves.

There are no heroes...in life, the monsters win.

Ten years from now, no one is going to care how quickly the books came out. The only thing that will matter, the only thing anyone will remember, is how good they were. That's my main concern, and always will be.