I could have written a story about a well-adjusted family. Ned Stark comes down to King’s Landing and takes over and solves all their problems. Would that have been as exciting?

Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.

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

I have idea files of books that I want to write one of these days, stories I want to write one of these days, but I'll probably never get to them.

What the King dreams, the Hand builds.

The more people you love, the weaker you are.

How do you fight someone if you can't hit them?