Now I understand why King Stannis let the wildlings through the Wall. He means for us to eat them.
Believe it or not, I worked four summers in college as a sports writer covering baseball for a parks and rec department in Bayonne, N.J.
If he must be alone, he would make solitude his armor.
Every man must die, Jon Snow. But first he must live.
The best calumnies are spiced with truth.
Jon: Have you seen the wall? | Sam: I'm fat, not blind.