“A fable from the Age of Heroes." The maester tsked. "You must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart.”

“You must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart.”

“When a man was hurt you took him to the maester, but what could you do when your maester was hurt?”

“All men must sleep, Bran. Even princes.”“When I sleep I turn into a wolf.” Bran turned his face away and looked back out into the night. “Do wolves dream?”“All creatures dream, I think, yet not as men do.”“Do dead men dream?” Bran asked, thinking of his father. In the dark crypts below Winterfell, a stonemason was chiseling out his father’s likeness in granite.“Some say yes, some no,” the maester answered. “The dead themselves are silent on the matter.”“Do trees dream?”“Trees? No . . .”“They do,” Bran said with sudden certainty. “They dream tree dreams. I dream of a tree sometimes. A weirwood, like the one in the godswood. It calls to me. The wolf dreams are better. I smell things, and sometimes I can taste the blood.”Maester Luwin tugged at his chain where it chafed his neck. “If you would only spend more time with the other children—”“I hate the other children,” Bran said, meaning the Walders. “I commanded you to send them away.”

“Maester Luwin says there's nothing in dreams that a man need fear.''There is,' said Jojen.'What?''The past. The future. The truth." - Bran & Jojen”

“Foolish woman, will holding it secret in your heart make it any less true? If you never tell, never speak of it, will it become only a dream, less than a dream, a nightmare half-remembered? Oh, if only the gods would be so good.”

“Old powers waken. Shadows stir. An age of wonder and terror will soon be upon us, and age for gods and heroes.”