He wants you to smile and smell sweet and be his lady love. He wants to hear you recite all your pretty little words the way the septa taught you. He wants you to love him... and fear him.

Know the men who follow you and let them know you. Don't ask your men to die for a stranger.

I believe that a writer learns from every story he writes, and when you try different things, you learn different lessons. Working with other writers, as in Hollywood or in a shared world series, will also strengthen your skills, by exposing you to new ways of seeing the work, and different approaches to certain creative challenges.

I stayed sober for this?

There’s part of me that loves words. But sometimes it feels like you’re trying to drive nails with your shoe.

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves.