Will Martin
Will Martin
Will Martinis a New Zealand-born classical crossover singer...
summer mother laughter
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile. He used to mess my hair and call me "little sister," she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.
pain being-hurt old-wounds
Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
hero dark artist
An artist has an obligation to tell the truth. [...] that the true horrors of human history derive not from orcs and Dark Lords, but from ourselves. We are the monsters. (And the heroes too). Each of us has within himself the capacity for great good, and great evil.
hero fighting winning
My own heroes are the dreamers, those men and women who tried to make the world a better place than when they found it, whether in small ways or great ones. Some succeeded, some failed, most had mixed results... but it is the effort that's heroic, as I see it. Win or lose, I admire those who fight the good fight.
taken heart writing
I've always taken that as my guiding principle and the rest is just set dressing. You can have dragons in it, or aliens and starships, or a western about a gunslinger, or even literary fiction, and ultimately you're still writing about the human heart in conflict with itself.
wall drunk wonder
I wonder what the High Septon would have to say about the sanctity of oaths sworn while dead drunk, chained to a wall, with a sword pressed to your chest?
wine great-wine best-wine
Wine makes all things possible.
careers different needs
It's different for every writer. It's not a career for anyone who needs security. It's a career for gamblers. It's a career of ups and downs.
wind tragedy thrones
Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
sleep night giving
Give me honorable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I'll sleep more easily by night.
reading men ice
The man who never reads lives only one.
leadership kings men
Man wants to be the king o' the rabbits, he best wear a pair o' floppy ears.
old-friends stories used
Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.
letting-go men brave
Those are brave men... lets go kill them