A Crown Should Not Sit Easy On

A Frightened Man Is A Beaten Man.

It Was That White Cloak That Soiled Me, Not The Other Way Around.

Tell Robb That I'm Going To Command The Night's Watch And Keep Him Safe, So He Might As Well Take Up Needlework With The Girls And Have Mikken Melt Down His Sword For Horseshoes. - Jon Snow

Needle Was Robb And Bran And Rickon, Her Mother And Her Father, Even Sansa. Needle Was Winterfell's Grey Walls, And The Laughter Of Its People. Needle Was The Summer Snows, Old Nan's Stories, The Heart Tree With Its Red Leaves And Scary Face, The Warm Earthy Smell Of The Glass Gardens, The Sound Of The North Wind Rattling The Shutters Of Her Room. Needle Was Jon Snow's Smile. He Used To Mess My Hair And Call Me "little Sister," She Remembered, And Suddenly There Were Tears In Her Eyes.

A Dead Enemy Is A Joy Forever