“Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.”
“That’s the magic of revisions – every cut is necessary, and every cut hurts, but something new always grows.”
“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.”
“If the girl of my dreams want a man with a hairless chest, I better dream of another girl”
“...the man of my dreams is a girl.”
“I revised my opinion that the girl was timid. She appeared to have her giant well under control and a disturbing ability to know what I was feeling.”