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 all right?
— I just got bit by a dead bear.
— Aye. You did.
— Funny old life.

You have to see it to know.

— 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.

There are no easy choices in war.

— So what you whinging about?
— I'm not whinging.
— Your lips are moving, and you're complaining about something. That's whinging.

— My brother died for you. Hodor and Summer died for you. I almost died for you. Bran...
— I'm not, really. Not anymore. I remember what it felt like to be Brandon Stark. But I remember so much else now.
— You died in that cave.

And I trust the eyes of an honest man more than I trust what everybody knows.

— I became the Three-Eyed Raven.
— Oh! I don't know what that means.