Better to mock the game than to play and lose.

He never wanted love, though. You cannot eat love, nor buy a horse with it, nor warm your halls on a cold night.

Words are like arrows, Arianne. Once loosed, you cannot call them back. - Areo Hotah

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.

I believe that a writer learns from every story he writes, and when you try different things, you learn different lessons. Working with other writers, as in Hollywood or in a shared world series, will also strengthen your skills, by exposing you to new ways of seeing the work, and different approaches to certain creative challenges.

The eunuch had looked death in the face, so near he might have kissed her on the lips.

All the world knew that a maester forged his silver link when he learned the art of healing—but the world preferred to forget that men who knew how to heal also knew how to kill.