Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty.

You could make a poultice out of mud to cool a fever. You could plant seeds in mud and grow a crop to feed your children. Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.

The true horrors of human history derive not from orcs and Dark Lords, but from ourselves.

Control your generosity when dealing with a chronic borrower.

Man wants to be the king o' the rabbits, he best wear a pair o' floppy ears.

The storms come and go, the waves crash overhead, the big fish eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling. (Varys)