Don't write outlines; I hate outlines.

I have some other novels I want to write. I have a lot of short stories - I love the short story.

There are a lot of people out there who will write books, in which everything turns out nicely and the bad guys lose, the good guys win, the boy gets the girl and they live happily ever after. There's a million books like that and if that's the comfort you're looking for, you should read those books and not my books because that's not the kind of book that I am interested in.

They'll kill for that knighthood, but don't ever think they'll die for it.

I am only a little lion, child, and I vow, I shall not savage you.

She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon… but it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her “little sister.” She’d tell him, “I missed you,” and he’d say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.

I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.