All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes

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

The North remembers.

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

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

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

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 ...

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.

Do the dead frighten you?