She Remembered The Godswood, Drooping Branches Heavy

For Herself, She Wanted Sleet And Ice, Howling Winds, Thunder To Shake The Very Stones Of The Red Keep. She Wanted A Storm To Match Her Rage.

Mother, I Want To See Him Fly!

You Could Make A Poultice Out Of Mud To Cool A Fever. You Could Plant Seeds In Mud And Grow A Crop To Feed Your Children. Mud Would Nourish You, Where Fire Would Only Consume You, But Fools And Children And Young Girls Would Choose Fire Every Time.

I Want To Make My Kingdom Beautiful, To Fill It With Fat Men And Pretty Maids And Laughing Children. I Want My People To Smile When They See Me Ride By, The Way Viserys Said They Smiled For My Father. (daenerys)

Every Man Must Die, Jon Snow. But First He Must Live.