Why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones?

When I sleep I turn into a wolf. Bran turned his face away and looked back out into the night. Do wolves dreams?

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

Jon lied ... loudly, as if that could make it true.

History is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again.

It all goes back and back," Tyrion thought, "to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance in our steads.

When I was a boy, I dreamt that I could fly, he announces. When I woke, I couldn't... or so the maester said. But what if he lied? What do you mean? Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower? No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap. There is the window. Leap. What do you want? The world.