In The End Words Are Just Wind.

He Pushed Himself To His Feet. “don’t Lie, Sansa. I Am Malformed, Scarred, And Small, But…” She Could See Him Groping “…abed, When The Candles Are Blown Out, I Am Made No Worse Than Other Men. In The Dark, I Am The Knight Of Flowers.” He Took A Draught Of Wine. “i Am Generous. Loyal To Those Who Are Loyal To Me. I’ve Proven I’m No Craven. And I Am Cleverer Than Most, Surely Wits Count For Something. I Can Even Be Kind. Kindness Is Not A Habit With Us Lannisters, I Fear, But I Know I Have Some Somewhere. I Could Be… I Could Be Good To You.

Tyrion Wondered What It Would Be Like To Have A Twin, And Decided That He Would Rather Not Know. Bad Enough To Face Himself In A Looking Glass Every Day.

That Little Touch Is Not In The Books, But I Wish It Had Been In The Books Because It Was A Great Addition.

What Was It Catelyn Stark Had Called Them, That Night At Bitterbridge? The Knights Of Summer. And Now It Was Autumn And They Were Falling Like Leaves.

I Would Also Suggest That Any Aspiring Writer Begin With Short Stories. These Days, I Meet Far Too Many Young Writers Who Try To Start Off With A Novel Right Off, Or A Trilogy, Or Even A Nine-book Series. That's Like Starting In At Rock Climbing By Tackling Mt. Everest. Short Stories Help You Learn Your Craft.