Why do the Gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?

Now I understand why King Stannis let the wildlings through the Wall. He means for us to eat them.

For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.

In order to get inside their skin, I have to identify with them. That includes even the ones who are complete bastards, nasty, twisted, deeply flawed human beings with serious psychological problems. Even them. When I get inside their skin and look out through their eyes, I have to feel a certain - if not sympathy, certainly empathy for them. I have to try to perceive the world as they do, and that creates a certain amount of affection.

His time was past, her handmaid Irri declared. No man should live longer than his teeth.

Not all books are for all people. We read for different reasons.

I do play all the characters, when I write them, one after another. If they actually had to film me, the only one I could play would be Samwell Tarly or Hot Pie.