Just where do you think you are going, Arya?' the septa demanded. Arya glared at her. 'I have to go shoe a horse,' she said sweetly taking a brief satisfaction in the shock on the septa's face.

I've said in many interviews that I like my fiction to be unpredictable. I like there to be considerable suspense.

Life is not a song, sweetling. Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow.

Art is not a democracy. People don't get to vote on how it ends.

We're all the heroes of our own stories. So, when I am inside the head of a character who would otherwise be considered a villain, I have a great deal of affection for that character and I'm trying to see the world and the events through their eyes.

It was a story called ‘The Hero’ which I sold to Galaxy magazine in 1970, for $94.

I am surrounded by flatterers and fools.