Words Are Wind, Brienne Told Herself. They

For Men, The Answer Was Always The Same And Never Farther Away Than The Nearest Sword. For A Woman, A Mother, The Way Was Stonier And Harder To Know.

A Good Act Does Not Wash Out The Bad, Nor A Bad Act The Good. Each Should Have Its Own Reward.

The Strongest Trees Are Rooted In The Dark Places Of The Earth. Darkness Will Be Your Cloak, Your Shield, Your Mother's Milk. Darkness Will Make You Strong.

The Odd Thing About Being A Writer Is You Do Tend To Lose Yourself In Your Books. Sometimes It Seems Like Real Life Is Flickering By And You're Hardly A Part Of It. You Remember The Events In Your Books Better Than You Remember The Events That Actually Took Place When You Were Writing Them.

I've Always Taken That As My Guiding Principle And The Rest Is Just Set Dressing. You Can Have Dragons In It, Or Aliens And Starships, Or A Western About A Gunslinger, Or Even Literary Fiction, And Ultimately You're Still Writing About The Human Heart In Conflict With Itself.