Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.
George R. R. MartinThere is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave us legs to run with, noses to smell with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? Only a monster god, a demon of the darkness.
George R. R. MartinI 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?
George R. R. Martin