On The Gallows Tree, All Men Are

The Red God Takes What Is His, Lovely Girl. And Only Death May Pay For Life. You Saved Me And The Two I Was With. You Stole Three Deaths From The Red God. We Have To Give Them Back. Speak Three Names And The Man Will Do The Rest. Three Lives I Will Give You - No More, No Less, And We're Done.

Fantasy Is Silver And Scarlet, Indigo And Azure, Obsidian Veined With Gold And Lapis Lazuli. Reality Is Plywood And Plastic, Done Up In Mud Brown And Olive Drab. Fantasy Tastes Of Habaneros And Honey, Cinnamon And Cloves, Rare Red Meat And Wines As Sweet As Summer. Reality Is Beans And Tofu, And Ashes At The End.

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

My Dreams Are The Usual Incoherent Nonsense. Like Most Writers, At Some Point In My Career I Thought, Well, I Have These Great Dreams But I Always Forget Them In The Morning So I’ll Leave A Pad On My Bedside Table So I Can Write It Down, And Then You Have Some Incredible Dream And You Write It Down And The Next Morning You Wake Up And You’ve Written ‘purple Socks’.

Every Once In A Very Long While, Lord Tywin Lannister Would Actually Threaten To Smile; He Never Did, But The Threat Alone Was Terrible To Behold.