The Only Game. The Game Of Thrones.

Eat Your Heart Out, Rowling. Maybe You Have Billions Of Dollars And My Hugo, But You Don't Have Readers Like These.

You'll Find Truth In Your Looking Glass, Not On The Tongues Of Men.

His Snores Sounded Like Ducks Mating.

Tears Aren't A Woman's Only Weapon.

I Think My Very Earliest Stories Were All Intellectual Exercises And I Was Writing From Experiences I Had Never Had About Characters Who Were About An Inch Deep.