A Long Summer Always Meant A Long

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.

We Know Truth For The Cruel Instrument It Is. Beauty Is Infinitely Preferable To Truth.

Let Him Grow Taller,she Asked The Gods.let Him Know Sixteen, And Twenty, And Fifty. Let Him Grow As Tall As His Father, And Hold His Own Son In His Arms. Please, Please, Please.

When Maester Aemon Heard Him Sing, He Said His Voice Was Honey Poured Over Thunder.

I Stayed Sober For This?