Every man must die, Jon Snow. But first he must live.

Don’t call me Lord Snow.” The dwarf lifted an eyebrow. “Would you rather be called the Imp? Let them see that their words can cut you and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name take it make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.

Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next.

Those are brave men," he told Ser Balon in admiration. "Let's go kill them.

It was a hollow victory they gave me. A crown...it was the girl I prayed them for. Your sister, safe... and mine again as she was meant to be. I ask you, Ned, what good is it to wear a crown?

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.

The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.