A Man Who Hates Music Can’t Be

Lords Are Gold And Knights Steel, But Two Links Can't Make A Chain. You Also Need Silver And Iron And Lead, Tin And Copper And Bronze And All The Rest, And Those Are Farmers And Smiths And Merchants And The Like. A Chain Needs All Sorts Of Metals, And A Land Needs All Sorts Of People.

A Bruise Is A Lesson... And Each Lesson Makes Us Better.

If I Wanted To Honor You, I´d Let You Retire. I Am Planing To Make You Run The Kingdom And Fight The Wars While I Eat And Drink

The Gods Made The Earth For All Men T' Share. Only When The Kings Come With Their Crowns And Steel Swords, They Claimed It Was All Theirs. "my Trees," They Said, "you Can't Eat Them Apples. My Stream, You Can't Fish Here. My Wood, You're Not T' Hunt. My Earth, My Water, My Castle, My Daughter, Keep Your Hands Away Or I'll Chop 'em Off, But Maybe If You Kneel T' Me I'll Let You Have A Sniff." You Call Us Thieves, But At Least A Thief Has T' Be Brave And Clever And Quick. A Kneeler Only Has T' Kneel.

When You Smell Our Candles Burning, What Does It Make You Think Of, My Child?" Winterfell, She Might Have Said. I Smell Snow And Smoke And Pine Needles. I Smell The Stables. I Smell Hodor Laughing, And Jon And Robb Battling In The Yard, And Sansa Singing About Some Stupid Lady Fair. I Smell The Crypts Where The Stone Kings Sit. I Smell Hot Bread Baking. I Smell The Godswood. I Smell My Wolf. I Smell Her Fur, Almost As If She Were Still Beside Me. "i Don't Smell Anything," She Said.