Give Me Honorable Enemies Rather Than Ambitious

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.

His Dagger Was Out, Poised At Her Throat. “sing, Little Bird. Sing For Your Little Life.

Has My Tale Turned You Speechless? Come, Curse Me Or Kiss Me Or Call Me A Liar. Something.

I Feel Satisfaction At The End Of The Day When I've Written A Scene That I Really Like Or When I Write A Good Line Of Dialogue That I Read Out To My Wife Or Something Like That. But There's Also Days Where It's Just Bloody Agony And I Go, 'ugh, This Is Such Crap! Why Did I Think I Had Any Talent?

All Men Lie When They Are Afraid. Some Tell Many Lies, Some But A Few. Some Have Only One Great Lie They Tell So Often That They Almost Come To Believe It... Though Some Small Part Of Them Will Always Know That It Is Still A Lie, And That Will Show Upon Their Faces. (a Servant In The House Of Black And White)