The stone is strong. Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either.

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?

Give a thing a name and it will somehow come to be.

All men are fools, if truth be told, but the ones in motley are more amusing than ones with crowns.

Half-truths are worth more than outright lies.

When you have known the kiss of a flaying knife, a laugh loses all its power to hurt you.

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.