Simon Critchley's 'The Book of Dead Philosophers' - it's a quick thumbnail sketches of philosophers through the ages. — David Benioff Copy Share Image
“Too many words for one book--truth might be stranger than fiction, but it needs a better editor.” — David Benioff Copy Share Image
“She was not a writer herself but she was a very good reader, passionate and eclectic in her tastes, and my father… — David Benioff Copy Share Image
For every Book of Job, there's a Book of Leviticus, featuring some of the most boring prose ever written. But if you… — David Benioff Copy Share Image
A certain luxury when you get to writing a novel is to have the space to have your characters just banter. — David Benioff Copy Share Image
The longer you work in this business [movie], the more you start to be able to see the carpentry. You can see… — David Benioff Copy Share Image
This wasn't the way I had imagined my adventures, but reality ignored my wishes from the get-go, giving me a body best… — David Benioff Copy Share Image
You just do the best you can and hope people see the potential in it. — David Benioff Copy Share Image
“In the silence of her nonanswer, I considered the possibility that I was a very boring person. Who else but a boring person would… — David Benioff Copy Share Image
I have never been much of a patriot. My father would not have allowed such a thing while he lived, and his death insured… — David Benioff Copy Share Image
Simon Critchley's 'The Book of Dead Philosophers' - it's a quick thumbnail sketches of philosophers through the ages. — David Benioff Copy Share Image
I was a huge fantasy geek growing up. I was the dungeon master in my D&D game. — David Benioff Copy Share Image
The fire was silent, the little houses collapsing into the flames without complaint, flocks of sparks rising to the sky. At a distance it… — David Benioff Copy Share Image
Once you realise that heroes die, everything becomes that much more terrifying. — David Benioff Copy Share Image
“She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Her mouth was cold, her lips rough from the winter wind, and if the mystics… — David Benioff Copy Share Image