There Are No Heroes...in Life,

In The End Words Are Just Wind.

I Am Not Going To Get Into It Myself, Except To Say (1) If I Am Writing "boy Fiction," Who Are All Those Boys With Breasts Who Keep Turning Up By The Hundreds At My Signings And Readings? And (2) Thank You, Geek Girls! I Love You All.

Courage And Folly Are Cousins, Or So I’ve Heard.

Winter Will Never Come For The Likes Of Us. Should We Die In Battle, They Will Surely Sing Of Us, And It’s Always Summer In The Songs. In The Songs All Knights Are Gallant, All Maids Are Beautiful, And The Sun Is Always Shining.

They Were Never My Pack, Not Even Hot Pie And Gendry. I Was Stupid To Think So, Just A Stupid Little Girl, And No Wolf At All.