she would die as she had lived, with an axe in her hand and a laugh upon her lips.

For they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.

All dwarfs may be bastards yet not all bastards are dwarfs.

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

They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.

I'm fond of all my characters so every time one doesn't make the cut I'm a little disappointed although I understand it.

I knew that, when writing a book, you're not constrained by a budget. You're not constrained by what you can do, in terms of the special effects technology. You're not limited to any particular running time.