Ser Barristan Loves His Honor, Grand Maester

I Dreamed... In The Black Of Night A Man Asks All The Questions He Dare Not Ask By Daylight. For Me, The Past Years, Only One Question Has Remained. Why Would The Gods Take My Eyes And My Strength, Yet Condemn Me To Linger On So Long, Frozen And Forgotten? What Use Could They Have For An Old Done Man Like Me? ... I Remember, Sam. I Still Remember. Remember What? Dragons, Aemon Whispered.

I Was Always Intensely Romantic, Even When I Was Too Young To Understand What That Meant.

He Wished He Could Relieve Himself Of His Doubts And Guilts Half As Easily.

Is It Treason To Say The Truth? A Bitter Truth, But No Less True For That.

Tyrion: My Gentle Sister Seems To Have Mistaken Me For Ned Stark. Bronn: I Hear He Was Taller. Tyrion: Not After Joff Took Off His Head.