A Man Who Hates Music Can’t Be

There Is A Savage Beast In Every Man, And When You Hand That Man A Sword Or Spear And Send Him Forth To War, The Beast Stirs.

Ned Was Clad In A White Linen Doublet With The Direwolf Of Stark On The Breast; His Black Wool Cloak Was Fastened At The Collar By His Silver Hand Of Office. Black And White And Grey, All The Shades Of Truth.

The Man Who Passes The Sentence Should Swing The Sword.

When The Snows Fall And The White Winds Blow, The Lone Wolf Dies But The Pack Survives.

...spend My Time Warring And Whoring, That's What I Was Made For.