If I look back I am lost.

I wanted to write a big novel, something epic in scale.

I prefer to work with grey characters rather than black and white.

There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.

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

My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.

None of us is ever ready,' he (Ned) said. 'For knighthood?' 'For death.