“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.”

“Do you hate her?""Almost as much as I lover her." - Dany & Ser Jorah”

“The common people pray for rain, healthy children, and a summer that never ends," Ser Jorah told her. "It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace." He gave a shrug. "They never are.”

“Why ask for truth," Ser Barristan said softly, "if you close your ears to it?”

“The gods made our bodies as well as our souls, is it not so? They give us voices, so we might worship them with song. They give us hands, so we might build them temples. And they give us desire, so we might mate and worship them in that way.”

“Those are brave men," he told Ser Balon in admiration. "Let's go kill them.”