When We Speak Of The Morrow Nothing

He Who Hurries Through Life Hurries To His Grave.

One Voice May Speak You False, But In Many There Is Always Truth To Be Found.

The Wildlings Seemed To Think Ygritte A Great Beauty Because Of Her Hair; Red Hair Was Rare Among The Free Folk, And Those Who Had It Were Said To Be Kissed By Fire, Which Was Supposed To Be Lucky.

What Is Honor Compared To A Woman's Love? What Is Duty Against The Feel Of A Newborn Son In Your Arms . . . Or The Memory Of A Brother's Smile? Wind And Words. Wind And Words. We Are Only Human, And The Gods Have Fashioned Us For Love. That Is Our Great Glory, And Our Great Tragedy.

People Often Claim To Hunger For Truth, But Seldom Like The Taste When It's Served Up.