Our enemy doesn't tire. Doesn't stop. Doesn't feel.
Jon isn't really my father's son. He's the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and my aunt, Lyanna Stark. He was born in a tower in Dorne. His last name isn't really Snow, it's Sand
I want a great many things your grace, but I'm a sworn brother of the night's watch now
How can I call myself King If I can't hold my own castle?
