Was There Ever A War Where Only

They Are Children, Sansa Thought. They Are Silly Little Girls, Even Elinor. They’ve Never Seen A Battle, They’ve Never Seen A Man Die, They Know Nothing. Their Dreams Were Full Of Songs And Stories, The Way Hers Had Been Before Joffrey Cut Her Fathers Head Off. Sansa Pitied Them. Sansa Envied Them.

A Lion Doesn't Concern Itself With The Opinion Of Sheep.

No One Will Be Alive By The Last Book. In Fact, They All Die In The Fifth. The Sixth Book Will Be Just A Thousand-page Description Of Snow Blowing Across The Graves.

People Often Claim To Hunger For Truth, But Seldom Like The Taste When It's Served Up.

A Great Many Of The Epic Fantasies, From The Lord Of The Rings Onward, Are About War, But To My Mind, A Lot Of It Doesn't Really Deal Honestly With The Consequences Of War, What War Does To Us, As A Society, What War Does To Us, As Individuals, And The Struggle For Power, In The Same Way, And What We're Fighting For.