When you tear out a man's tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you're only telling the world that you fear what he might say.

...if you dance with dragons, you must expect to burn.

He wants you to smile and smell sweet and be his lady love. He wants to hear you recite all your pretty little words the way the septa taught you. He wants you to love him... and fear him.

Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

You must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart.

Some writers enjoy writing, I am told. Not me. I enjoy having written.

And all was black and still, and black and cold, and black and dead, and black.