I Do So Hope He Plays Us

The Stone Is Strong. Bran Told Himself, The Roots Of The Trees Go Deep, And Under The Ground The Kings Of Winter Sit Their Thrones. So Long As Those Remained, Winterfell Remained. It Was Not Dead, Just Broken. Like Me, He Thought. I'm Not Dead Either.

She Might Have Wept Then, Had Not The Sky Begun To Do It For Her.

If H. P. Lovecraft And H. L. Mencken Had Ever Collaborated, They Might Have Come Up With Something Like The Edge Of Reason. This One Will Delight Thinkers-and Outrage True Believers-of All Stripes.

The Years Leech At A Man's Memories, Even Those He Has Vowed Never To Forget.

I've Said In Many Interviews That I Like My Fiction To Be Unpredictable. I Like There To Be Considerable Suspense.