We All Dream Of Things We Cannot

Why Do Our Dreams Become So Much Smaller When They Finally Come True?

Turtles Have Always Been My Sigil, I Suppose. When I Was A Kid, Growing Up In Bayonne, Nj, I Lived In A Federal Housing Project, And We Were Not Allowed To Have A Dog Or Cats. The Only Pets I Could Have Were Turtles. So, I Had An Entire Toy Castle Filled With Dime-store Turtles. I Gave Them All Names, And Since They Were Living In A Toy Castle, I Decided They Were All Knights And Kingsand I Made Up Stories About How They Killed Each Other And Betrayed Each Other And Fought For The Kingdom. So, Game Of Thrones, Actually Began With Turtles. I Decided Later To Recast It With Actual Human Beings.

A Man Could Not Always Be Where He Belonged, Though.

No Man Threatens His Grace In The Presence Of The Kingsguard.” Tyrion Lannister Raised An Eyebrow. “i Am Not Threatening The King, Ser, I Am Educating My Nephew. Bronn, Timett, The Next Time Ser Boros Opens His Mouth, Kill Him.” The Dwarf Smiled. “now That Was A Threat, Ser. See The Difference?

No One Will Be Alive By The Last Book. In Fact, They All Die In The Fifth. The Sixth Book Will Be Just A Thousand-page Description Of Snow Blowing Across The Graves.