I Am Surrounded By Flatterers And Fools.

The Brightest Flame Casts The Darkest Shadow.

We Were Talking About The Prince,' Sansa Said, Her Voice Soft As A Kiss. Arya Knew Which Prince She Meant: Joffrey, Of Course. The Tall, Handsome One. Sansa Got To Sit With Him At The Feast. Arya Had To Sit With The Little Fat One. Naturally.

It’s Being Ready To Accept Rejection. You Can Work On A Book For Two Years And Get It Published, And It’s Like You May As Well Have Thrown It Down A Well. It’s Not All Champagne And Doing Interviews With The New York Times.

A Man Could Not Always Be Where He Belonged, Though.

We Read Fantasy To Find The Colors Again, I Think. To Taste Strong Spices And Hear The Songs The Sirens Sang.