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?

I don’t know what message to send to Bran. Help him Tyrion.” “What help could I give him? I am no maester, to ease his pain. I have no spell to give him back his legs.” “You gave me help when I needed it” Jon Snow said. “I gave you nothing,” Tyrion said. “Words.” “Then give your words to Bran too.

Some allies are more dangerous than enemies.

I've been very lucky. There were times when I was afraid I would never sell another book, but I never doubted I'd write another book.

Let his sword break and his shield shatter, Sansa thought coldly as she shoved out through the doors, let his courage fail him and every man desert him.

Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

The greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them.