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

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

Hodor? Hodor.

And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.

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

Hodor? Hodor.

And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.

Knowledge could be more valuable than gold, more deadly than a dagger.

Nothing burns like the cold.

Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.

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

And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that Lord of Castamere, but now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to ...

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

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?

Knowledge could be more valuable than gold, more deadly than a dagger.

Do the dead frighten you?

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

Never forget who you are. The rest of the world won't. Wear it like an armor and it can never be used against you.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?

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

Winter is coming.

And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that Lord of Castamere, but now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to ...

Fear cuts deeper than swords.

And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.

Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.

Hodor? Hodor.

The things I do for love.

And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.

Knowledge could be more valuable than gold, more deadly than a dagger.