All my life men like you've sneered at me, and all my life I've been knocking men like you into the dust.
I will take what is mine with fire and blood.
Perhaps that is the secret. It is not what we do, so much as why we do it.
A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands.
Men live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all we know of the days to come.
Aemon’s blind white eyes came open. “Egg?” he said, as the rain streamed down his cheeks. “Egg, I dreamed that I was old.