I wonder what the High Septon would have to say about the sanctity of oaths sworn while dead drunk, chained to a wall, with a sword pressed to your chest?

For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.

The Beauty raised her eyes, the only part of her that was truly beautiful.

I work for two years on a book and it comes out and two days later I've got my first e-mail: When is the next one coming out?

The sun will soon be setting, and corpses make poor company by night. These were dark and dangerous men, alive. I doubt that death will have improved them.

...if you dance with dragons, you must expect to burn.

Folly and desperation are ofttimes hard to tell apart.