Ned (to his youngest son, Bran): The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.

Tyrion (to Jon): Let me give you some advice, bastard. Never forget what you are.  The rest  of the world will not.  Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.

Tyrion: Well, my brother has a sword, and I have my mind.  And a mind needs books like a  sword needs a whetstone.  That’s why I read so much, Jon Snow.

Jon (after presenting his little sister w/ a specially-made sword): All the best swords have names you know.
Arya: Sansa can have her sewing  needles.  I have a Needle of my own.

Ned (to Jon): There’s great honor serving in the Night’s Watch.  The Starks have manned  the wall for thousands of years, and you are a Stark.  You may not have my name,  but you have my blood.

Ned (to Septa): War was easier than daughters.

Sam (to Jon): On the morning of my eighteenth nameday, my father came to me.  “You’re almost a man now,” he said, “but you are not worthy of my land and title.  Tomorrow, you’re going to take the black, forsake all claim to your inheritance, and start north.  If you do not,” he said, “then we’ll have a hunt, and somewhere in these woods your horse will stumble, and you’ll be thrown from your saddle to die.  Or so I’ll tell your mother.  Nothing would please me more.”

Jon (to other recruits): Sam’s no different from the rest of us.  There was no place for him in the world, so he’s come here.  We’re not gonna hurt him in the training yard anymore.  Never again, no matter what Thorne says.  He’s our brother now, and we’re going to protect him.

Jorah (to Daenerys): The common people pray for rain, healthy children, and a summer that never ends.  It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace.  They never are.

Daenerys (finally standing up to her older brother, Viserys): I am a Khaleesi of the Dothraki!  I am the wife of the great Khal and I carry his son inside me.  The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands!

Jaime (to twin sister, Cersei): The boy [Bran] won’t talk. And if he does, I’ll kill him. Him, Ned Stark, the  King, the whole bloody lot of them until you and I are the only people left in  this world.

King Robert (to Cersei): Someone took her [Lyanna Stark] away from me, and seven kingdoms couldn’t fill the hole she left behind.

King Robert: Sometimes I don’t know what holds it together.
Cersei: Our  marriage.  (They both laugh ironically.)
King Robert: So, here we sit, 17 years later, holding it all  together.
Don’t you get tired?
Cersei: Every day.
King Robert: How long  can hate hold a thing together?
Cersei: Well, 17 years is quite a long time. (They drink a toast.)

King Robert (to Lancel re: his armor, which is too small for him): You heard The Hand. Go find the breast plate stretcher. Now!
Ned: The breast plate stretcher?
King Robert: How long before he figures it  out?
Ned: Maybe you should have one invented.

Robert (to Ned on his deathbed): I never loved my brothers.  Sad thing for a king to admit, but true.  You were the brother I chose.

Renly (to Ned): He [his older brother, Stannis] inspires no love nor loyalty. He is not a king. I am.

Ned: Stannis is a commander. He’s lead many to war, twice. He destroyed the  Greyjoy fleet.
Renly: Yes, he’s a good soldier. Everyone knows that. So was  Robert. Tell me something. Do you still believe good soldiers make good  kings?
Ned: I will not dishonor Robert’s last hours by shedding blood in his  halls, and dragging frightened children from their beds.

Samwell (to Jon after the boys get their assignments): Now, listen to me.  The old man is the Lord Commander of the Night’s  Watch.  You’ll be with him day and night.  Yes you’ll clean his clothes, but  you’ll also take his letters, attend him at meetings, squire for him in battle, you’ll know everything, be part of everything.  And he asked for you himself.  He  wants to groom you for command.

Baelish (to Ned, while holding a dagger to his throat): I did warn you not to trust me.

Syrio (calmly): What do we say to the God of death?
Arya (very frightened): Not today.
Syrio (facing off against the palace guard w/ his wooden practice sword): Go.

Tyrion (introducing his companion to his father): And here we have Bronn, son of…
Bronn (with a shrug): You wouldn’t know him.

Maester Aemon: If the day should ever come when your Lord father had to choose  between honor on the one hand and his family on the other, what would he do?
Jon: He would do whatever is right, no matter what.
Maester Aemon: Then Lord  Stark is one man in 10,000.  Most are not so strong.

Daenerys: I have never been nothing.  I am the blood of the dragon.

Robb (to Jaime): If we do it your way, Kingslayer, you’d win.  We’re not doing it your way.

Joffrey: I’ll tell you what.  I’m going to give you a present.  After I raise my  armies, and kill your traitor brother, I’ll give you his head as well.
Sansa:  Or maybe he’ll give me yours.  (Then Joffrey has a guard slap Sansa hard on both cheeks.)

Lord Commander Mormont: Honor made you leave.  Honor brought you back.

Jon: My friends brought me back.

Lord Commander Mormont: I didn’t say it was your honor.