I'm Honest. It's The World That's Awful.

She Yearned To See Her Mother Again, And Robb And Bran And Rickon… But It Was Jon Snow She Thought Of Most. She Wished Somehow They Could Come To The Wall Before Winterfell, So Jon Might Muss Up Her Hair And Call Her “little Sister.” She’d Tell Him, “i Missed You,” And He’d Say It Too At The Very Same Moment, The Way They Always Used To Say Things Together. She Would Have Liked That. She Would Have Liked That Better Than Anything.

Her Lord Father Had Taught Her Never To Steal, But It Was Growing Harder To Remember Why.

Jon Snow: I'm Not Afraid To Die. Mormont: Nor Life, I Hope.

Children Are A Battle Of A Different Sort. ... A Battle Without Banners Or Warhorns But No Less Fierce.

You Always Try To Do Your Own Thing. One Of The Things I Wanted To Do Was To Write A Book That Combines Some Of The Best Traits Of Contemporary Fantasy With Some Of The Traits Of The Historical Novel.