Character: Bran Stark

Bran was relieved... but frustrating, too. Magic is capable of everything: the dead come to life, the trees talk, and broken boys become knights when they grow up.
But the magic is over, ' he said into the darkness of his room, lying in bed, and tales - they are fairy tales.
He never walk, nor fly, and a knight too, will not.

- I - Three-Eyed Raven.
Wow! ... I don't know what that means.

My brother died because of you. Hodor and Summer have died for you. I myself barely survived. Bran...
- I'm not the bran. No more. I remember what it was like to be a Brandon stark, but now I remember and so much other...
- You died in that cave.

No demons can't touch you if you hide under a blanket.

The gods have punished him for murder, and not for what he gave to the king a dish of his own son - has the right to retaliate. But he killed a guest beneath his roof, and the gods do not forgive.

- They [the mountains] I like what to say.
- How can you say you hate them?
- Can't you combine both?
- No. Are two different things. As the day and night, as ice and fire.
- If ice can burn, then love can be combined with hatred. Mountain or swamp, all the same. The earth is one.

No beast is more noisy than the people.

In the East there are wizards and witches...
Or rather, people who call themselves magicians and sorcerers.

- People will look at you warned him Maester luwin, once they first added the wicker basket to the shoulders of Hodor. - They will watch, they will say, and some will even laugh.
Let them laugh, I decided bran. In the bedroom to laugh at him no one, but it is impossible to spend a lifetime in bed!

- Can a man be brave if he's afraid?
Only overcoming fear, he will be brave, he will become a man!

- It's just a dream, ' said bran.
- Really? asked Raven.
I'll Wake up when you hit the ground, bran told the bird.
- You die when you hit the ground, he corrected his Raven, continuing to eat grain.

I'm here, ' said bran, but I'm broken. Can you... can you fix me... I mean my legs?
"No," answered the pale Lord. Is beyond my strength.
Bran's eyes filled with tears. "We came a long way." The cave resounded the echo of the underground river.
- You will never be able to walk, bran promised his pale lips, but you will fly.

On the edge of the Forest and bran the Wolf turned around in the bin to have another look at the castle, where he lived his entire life. Smoke still rose into the grey sky, but not in greater numbers than would go from the pipes in Winterfell the cold autumn day. The loopholes where some were blackened from soot, here and there were gaping gaps in the place of fallen teeth, but from a distance the damage seemed not so great. Behind the walls, how many centuries in a row, sticking out the tops of buildings and towers - who would have thought that the castle was looted and burned? "The stone is strong, thought bran, - the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground sat the Kings of Winter on their thrones. While they exist, there is Winterfell. He's not dead, he's just broken like me - I'm alive."

- Robb said that the man died with courage, but John says that he was afraid.
- What do you think? - asked the father.
Bran thought.
- Could the people at once to be brave, but something to be afraid of?
- The only way a man can be brave.