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’.

Littlefinger looked like a boy who had just taken a furtive bite from a honeycomb. He was TRYING to watch for bees, but the honey was so sweet.

Names are hard. I have a library of What to Name Your Baby books, and I’m always picking up new books, and books of baby names from other countries. I like cool-sounding names.

There are no men like me. There's only me

You kill men for the wrongs they have done, not the wrongs that they may do someday.

In real life, the hardest aspect of the battle between good and evil is determining which is which.

You can't just pick people for their hair color or the shape of their face. You have to go with the best actors.