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"Ours is not a choice between Baratheon and Lannister, or Greyjoy and Stark. It is death we choose, or life. Darkness, or light."
Melisandre
“Lyanna was beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time.”
Ned to Arya Stark
Ghost was curled up asleep beside the door, but he lifted his head at the sound of Jon’s boots. The direwolf’s red eyes were darker than garnets and wiser than men. Jon knelt, scratched his ear, and showed him the pommel of the sword. “Look. It’s you.”
Jon
"Are we going home? I want my horse. And I want applecakes and butter and honey, and shaggy. Are we going where Shaggydog is?"
Rickon Stark
“Rhaegar…Rhaegar won, damn him. I killed him, Ned. I drove the spike right through that black armor into his black heart, and he died at my feet. They made up songs about it. Yet somehow he still won. He has Lyanna now, and I have her.” The king drained his cup.
Robert
“Galavanting? Is that the sort of thing you start to say once your dick gets chopped off?”
Euron Greyjoy
“Know the men who follow you and let them know you. Don't ask your men to die for a stranger.”
Eddard Stark
"Fill your lungs with water, that you may die and be reborn. It does no good to fight."
Aeron Greyjoy