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.

Wizards die the same as other men, once you cut their heads off.

So many vows … they make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It’s too much. No matter what you do, you’re forsaking one vow or another.

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.

A man could not always be where he belonged, though.

I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool.

I'm sorry that I never trusted you. I don't know how to do that anymore.