Jon Snow

— I'll gladly give my life.
— I don't want you to be glad about it. I want you to curse and fight until your heart's done pumping. And know this, boy. Your death will be a gift for them south of the Wall. They'll never know what you've done. They'll never know how you died. They won't even know your damn name. But they'll be alive because some nameless bastard north of the Wall gave his life for theirs.

I never thought that dragons would exist again. No one did. The people who follow you know that you made something impossible happen. Maybe that helps them believe that you can make other impossible things happen. Build a world that's different from the shit one they've always known. But if you use them to melt castles and burn cities, you're not different. You're just more of the same.

— Honor made you leave, honor brought you back.
— My friends brought me back.
— I didn't say it was your honor.

You all crowned me your king. I never wanted it. I never asked for it. But I accepted it because the North is my home. It's part of me and I will never stop fighting for it, no matter the odds.

— How many queens are there now?
— Two.
— And you need to convince the one with the dragons, or the one who fucks her brother?
— Both.

— We have to know what we're fighting for. I'm not fighting so some man or woman I barely know can sit on a throne made of swords.
— So, what are you fighting for?
— Life. Death is the enemy. The first enemy, and the last.

— You know how to fight. You could have gone easier on him.
— He wouldn't have learned anything that way.

— Our fathers trusted each other. Why shouldn't we?
— I saw your father once at Winterfell.
— I met yours. In my shop.
— You're a lot leaner.
— And you're a lot shorter.
— I grew up on stories about them.
— All I ever knew was that they fought together, and won.

— If it's a boy, we want to name him "Jon."
— I hope it's a girl.

— Love is more powerful than reason. We all know that. Look at my brother.
— "Love is the death of duty."
— You just came up with that?
— Maester Aemon said it a long time ago.
— Sometimes duty is the death of love.