Kill Me, And Be Cursed. You Are

She Went To The Window Seat And Sat There, Sniffling, Hating Them All, And Herself Most Of All. It Was All Her Fault, Everything Bad That Had Happened.

You Are Grown So Very Great Now, Yet The Higher A Man Climbs The Farther He Has To Fall.

Any Act Can Be A Prayer, If Done As Well As We Are Able.

That Was The Way Of This Cold World, Where Men Fished The Sea And Dug In The Ground And Died, Whilst Women Brought Forth Short-lived Children From Beds Of Blood And Pain.

The Wide World Is Full Of People Wanting Help, Jon. Would That Some Could Find The Courage To Help Themselves. - Lord Commander Mormont