Of course you know him. Everyone knows a pear-shaped man.
Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.
Give me a good sharp knife and a good sharp cheese and I’m a happy man.
Light our fire and protect us from the dark, blah blah, light our way and keep us toasty warm, the night is dark and full of terrors, save us from the scary things, and blah blah blah some more.
The things I do for love.
The stone is strong. Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either.