I had long heard that "the Red Wedding" would be a pivotal, absolute game-changing scene, and then kind of forgot about it happening. Then it did. Then it kept happening. Then it happened some more. And all that, in such a quick moment… Just a shocking, bloody, remarkable sequence.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.