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.

Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.

It had been more of a wish, actually, but it sounded better to call it a dream.

Wisdom oft comes from the mouth of babes.

The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.

All dwarfs may be bastards yet not all bastards are dwarfs.

She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.