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Give me honorable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I'll sleep more eas...

There are no heroes...in life, the monsters win.

The North remembers.

Winter is coming.

Hodor? Hodor.

Winter is coming.

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

There are no heroes...in life, the monsters win.

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

Winter is coming.

... a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.

All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes