“There are ghosts everywhere," Ser Jorah said softly. "We carry them with us wherever we go.”

“If walls could keep us small, peasants would all be tiny and kings as large as giants," said Ser Jorah. "I've seen huge men born in hovels, and dwarfs who dwelt in castles.”

“We're all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.”

“OH, Heaven,it is mysterious,it is awful to considerthat we not only carry a future Ghost within us. butare,in very deed, GHOSTS !”

“...Wherever we go we carry this burden of our personal consciousness and wherever we step we open it out over our heads like a great baleful cotton umbrella to obstruct the prospect and obscure the light of heaven.”

“Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them.""I don't believe in ghosts," I said, faintly."Some people can't see the color red. That doesn't mean it isn't there," she replied.”