Once, I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off.

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

Who do you think our champion will be today? Have you seen Mace Tyrell's boy? The Knight of Flowers, they call him. Now there's a son any man would be proud to own to. Last tourney, he dumped the Kingslayer on his golden rump, you ought to have seen the look on Cersei's face. I laughed till my sides hurt.

The best calumnies are spiced with truth.

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.

She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother’s laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves.

We know truth for the cruel instrument it is. Beauty is infinitely preferable to truth.