When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.

The glass candle is meant to represent truth and learning, rare and beautiful and fragile things. It is made in the shape of a candle to remind us that a maester must cast light wherever he serve, and it is a sharp to remind us that knowledge can be dangerous.

Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love.

The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.

I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don't tell me to leave.

I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.