Men's lives have meaning, not their deaths.

The brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.

I'm a huge fan of Tolkien. I read those books when I was in junior high school and high school, and they had a profound effect on me. I'd read other fantasy before, but none of them that I loved like Tolkien.

If I die, I die friendless and abandoned. What choice did that leave him, but to live?

I wonder what the High Septon would have to say about the sanctity of oaths sworn while dead drunk, chained to a wall, with a sword pressed to your chest?

Robb: Uncle Benjen said to send you to the stables if I saw you. Jon: I have one more farewell to make. Robb: Then I haven't seen you.

All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes