"Oh my sweet summer child … What do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north, when the sun hides it face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods." -Old Nan
"Nothing is true, everything is permitted. To say, 'nothing is true' is to realize that the foundations of society are fragile, and that we must be the shepherds of our own civilization. To say, 'everything is permitted,' is to understand that we are the architects of our actions, and that we must live with their consequences, whether glorious or tragic..."
- Ezio Auditore Da Firenze