That night the wind was howling almost like a wolf and there were some real wolves off to the west giving it lessons.

In the game of thrones, even the humblest pieces can have wills of their own. Sometimes they refuse to make the moves you've planned for them.

Any act can be a prayer, if done as well as we are able.

How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king?

Once, I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off.

I can see a scene in my head, and when I try to get it down in words on paper, the words are clunky; the scene is not coming across right. So frustrating. And there are days where it keeps flowing. Open the floodgates, and there it is. Pages and pages coming. Where the hell does this all come from? I don't know.

Ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.