There is no creature on earth half so terrifying as a truly just man.

Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.

What could he have done, one man against so many?" He could have tried, Brienne thought.

My dreams are the usual incoherent nonsense. Like most writers, at some point in my career I thought, well, I have these great dreams but I always forget them in the morning so I’ll leave a pad on my bedside table so I can write it down, and then you have some incredible dream and you write it down and the next morning you wake up and you’ve written ‘purple socks’.

Historical fiction is not history. You're blending real events and actual historical personages with characters of your own creation.

Trust is earned. Like gold.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.