I dreamed... in the black of night a man asks all the questions he dare not ask by daylight. For me, the past years, only one question has remained. Why would the gods take my eyes and my strength, yet condemn me to linger on so long, frozen and forgotten? What use could they have for an old done man like me? ... I remember, Sam. I still remember. Remember what? Dragons, Aemon whispered.

Some allies are more dangerous than enemies.

None of us is ever ready,' he (Ned) said. 'For knighthood?' 'For death.

I can see a scene in my head, and when I try to get it down in words on paper, the words are clunky; the scene is not coming across right. So frustrating. And there are days where it keeps flowing. Open the floodgates, and there it is. Pages and pages coming. Where the hell does this all come from? I don't know.

A frightened man is a beaten man.

Words are wind, Brienne told herself. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.

Everyone who isn't us is an enemy." - Cersei