Eat Your Heart Out, Rowling. Maybe You

Littlefinger: A Trade Envoy From Lys Once Observed To Me That Lord Stannis Must Love His Daughter Very Well, Since He'd Erected Hundreds Of Statues Of Her All Along The Walls Of Dragonstone. Tyrion: My Lord, Those Are Gargoyles.

I Was A Novelist First. But In The Mid 80s, I Did Work In Television For Ten Years. And Yes, That Was Frequently The Reaction To My Scripts. People Would Say, You Know, George, This Is Great. We Love It, A Terrific Script, But It Would Cost Five Times Our Budget To Shoot This.

I Had This Desire To See The World. I Couldn't See Any Of It, But I Saw It In My Imagination, And That's Why I Always Read Books, And I Could Go To Mars Or Middle Earth Or The Hyborian Age.

When We Speak Of The Morrow Nothing Is Ever Certain.

Robert Was The True Steel. Stannis Is Pure Iron, Black And Hard And Strong, Yes, But Brittle, The Way Iron Gets. He'll Break Before He Bends. And Renly, That One, He's Copper, Bright And Shiny, Pretty To Look At But Not Worth All That Much At The End Of The Day.