Writing fiction, especially a long work of fiction, can be a difficult, lonely job; it’s like crossing the Atlantic Ocean in a bathtub. There’s plenty of opportunity for self-doubt.
I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.
Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.
Don’t ever, for any reason, do anything to anyone, for any reason, ever, no matter what.
Life before Death. Strength before Weakness. Journey before Destination.
We are now cruising at a level of two to the power of twenty-five thousand to one against and falling, and we will be restoring normality just as soon as we are sure what is normal anyway.
Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time.
The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.
Alice came to a fork in the road. ‘Which road do I take?’ she asked. ‘Where do you want to go?’ responded the Cheshire Cat. ‘I don’t know,’ Alice answered. ‘Then,’ said the Cat, ’it doesn’t matter.
I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt the door.
And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.
All great and precious things are lonely.
That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
In his house at R’lyeh, dead Cthulu waits dreaming.
Bran thought about it. ‘Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?’ ‘That is the only time a man can be brave,’ his father told him.
When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.
Sleep is good, he said, And books are better.
I will hurt you for this. I don’t know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you’ll know the debt is paid.
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.