Books are dead men talking.

Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK.

Life is not a song, sweetling. Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow.

The High Septon once told me that as we sin, so do we suffer.

Politicians were mostly people who'd had too little morals and ethics to stay lawyers.

The man who fears losing has already lost.

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.