I Wanted To Write A Big Novel,

Drifting Snowflakes Brushed Her Face As Light As Lover’s Kisses, And Melted On Her Cheeks. At The Center Of The Garden, Beside The Statue Of The Weeping Woman That Lay Broken And Half-buried On The Ground, She Turned Her Face Up To The Sky And Closed Her Eyes. She Could Feel The Snow On Her Lashes, Taste It On Her Lips. It Was The Taste Of Winterfell. The Taste Of Innocence. The Taste Of Dreams.

I Had Written Three Books [games Of Throne], At That Point, And Each One Of Them Was Better Than The Other. At A Certain Point, As The Books Were Doing Well, I Started Getting Interest From Hollywood, From Various Producers And Studios Who Were Initially Interested In Doing A Feature Film. I Met With Some Of Those People And I Had Phone Conversations With Some Of Those People, But I Didn't See It Being Done As A Feature Film.

But What A Man Can Do And What A Man Will Do Are Two Different Things, He Knew.

As Faulkner Says, All Of Us Have The Capacity In Us For Great Good And For Great Evil, For Love But Also For Hate. I Wanted To Write Those Kinds Of Complex Character In A Fantasy, And Not Just Have All The Good People Get Together To Fight The Bad Guy.

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