We all dream of things we cannot have.

Start trying to work out who deserves what, and before long you'll spend the rest of your days weeping for each and every person in the world.

Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK.

Gods and wonders always appear, to attend the birth of kings.

Now I understand why King Stannis let the wildlings through the Wall. He means for us to eat them.

A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands.

There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave us legs to run with, noses to smell with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? Only a monster god, a demon of the darkness.