I Rose Too High, Loved Too Hard,

Viserys Sold My Mother's Crown, And Men Called Him A Beggar. I Shall Keep This One, So Men Will Call Me A Queen. (daenerys)

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

For The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors.

I've Always Taken That As My Guiding Principle And The Rest Is Just Set Dressing. You Can Have Dragons In It, Or Aliens And Starships, Or A Western About A Gunslinger, Or Even Literary Fiction, And Ultimately You're Still Writing About The Human Heart In Conflict With Itself.

We Know Truth For The Cruel Instrument It Is. Beauty Is Infinitely Preferable To Truth.