Every Flight Begins With A Fall.

Wind And Words. We Are Only Human, And The Gods Have Fashioned Us For Love. That Is Our Great Glory, And Our Great Tragedy.

If You Die Before You Say Her Name, Ser, I Will Hunt You Through All Seven Hells.

The Maester Smiled...hush Now, Child, I'm Much Older Than You. I Can....die As I Please.

Why Should Death Make A Man Truthful, Or Even Clever? The Dead Are Likely Dull Fellows, Full Of Tedious Complaints - The Ground's Too Cold, My Gravestone Should Be Larger, Why Does He Get More Worms Than I Do.

She Had Put Despair And Fear Aside, As If They Were Garments She Did Not Choose To Wear.