First Rule, Stick Them With The Pointy

Has My Tale Turned You Speechless? Come, Curse Me Or Kiss Me Or Call Me A Liar. Something.

No One Will Be Alive By The Last Book. In Fact, They All Die In The Fifth. The Sixth Book Will Be Just A Thousand-page Description Of Snow Blowing Across The Graves.

Night Gathers, And Now My Watch Begins. It Shall Not End Until My Death. I Shall Take No Wife, Hold No Lands, Father No Children. I Shall Wear No Crowns And Win No Glory. I Shall Live And Die At My Post. I Am The Sword In The Darkness. I Am The Watcher On The Walls. I Am The Fire That Burns Against Cold, The Light That Brings The Dawn, The Horn That Wakes The Sleepers, The Shield That Guards The Realms Of Men. I Pledge My Life And Honor To The Night's Watch, For This Night And All The Nights To Come.

Love Is The Bane Of Honor, The Death Of Duty.

An Awful Lot Of Fantasy, And Even Some Great Fantasy, Falls Into The Mistake Of Assuming That A Good Man Will Be A Good King, That All That Is Necessary Is To Be A Decent Human Being And When You're King Everything Will Go Swimmingly.