A Quote by George R. R. Martin

You know nothing, Jon Snow — © George R. R. Martin
You know nothing, Jon Snow
I know people like Jon Snow a lot.
I'm not really too worried about the mystique of Jon Jones. Because I know Jon Jones' core. I remember when Jon Jones used to come up to me and say, 'Hey man, what's it like when everybody wants to take pictures with you?' So I know Jon Jones.
"Smooth Sailing" and "Hall of Fame" are my top two nicknames. "Cool Guy." "Jolly Jon." "Fun Jon." There's a lot of derivatives of Jon. "Cool Jon." Some people took "Smooth Sailing" and "Fun Jon" and made "Smooth Jon." That's a good one. It's just starting to catch on with the general public. Just every now and then, "Hey! Smooth Jon!" Or "You're Smooth Jon, right?!" People aren't quite sure. I'm like, "Yeah." "Okay, cool, that's what I thought!"
I love Jon Snow's character.
My mother and my sister are big Jon Snow fans.
I've got to say I'm a Jon Snow guy for sure.
Jon Snow: I'm not afraid to die. Mormont: Nor life, I hope.
We look up at the same stars and see such different things." - Jon Snow
Sometimes there is no happy choice, Sam, only one less grievous than the others. - Jon Snow
I really like Jon Snow in quite an unhealthy way - he's got a jaunty tie and a fast brain.
I don’t know what message to send to Bran. Help him Tyrion.” “What help could I give him? I am no maester, to ease his pain. I have no spell to give him back his legs.” “You gave me help when I needed it” Jon Snow said. “I gave you nothing,” Tyrion said. “Words.” “Then give your words to Bran too.
But I would rather have snow. Snow is the on.y weather I really like. Nothing makes me less grumpy than snow. I can sit by a window for hours watching it fall. The silence of snowfall. You can use that. It's best when there's background lighting, for example a street lamp. Or when you go outside and let it flutter down on you. That's real riches, that is.
A light snow, a snow so faint and small-bodied that it seems nothing more than a manifestation of the cold.
In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.
Every man must die, Jon Snow. But first he must live.
I don't ever want t' leave this cave, Jon Snow. Not ever
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