Everyone knew what this place was, and no one told me. No one but you. My father knew, and left me to rot at the Wall, all the same.

Jon: First lesson, stick em with the pointy end.
Arya: I know which end to use.
Jon: I'm going to miss you.

If we die we'll die, but first we'll live.

Ygritte

Tyrion: A bastard boy with nothing to inherit, off to join the ancient order of the Night's Watch. Alongside his valiant brothers in arms.
Jon: The Night's Watch protects the realm from..
Tyrion: Ah, ah, yes, yes,against grumpkins and snarks and all the
other monsters your wet nurse warned you about. You're a smart boy, you don't believe that nonsense.

Ygritte: Is that a palace?
Jon Snow: It's a windmill.
Ygritte: Windmill...

Tyrion: Ah...rapers. They were given a choice, no doubt. Castration or the Wall. Most choose the knife. Not impressed by your new brothers? Lovely thing about the Watch. You discard your old family and get a whole new one.
Jon: Why do you read so much?
Tyrion: Look at me and tell me what you see.
Jon: Is this a trick?
Tyrion: What you see is a dwarf. If I had been born a peasant, they might have left me out in the woods to die. Alas, I was born a Lannister of Casterly Rock. Things are expected of me. My father was the Hand of the King for 20 years.
Jon: Until your brother killed that King.
Tyrion: Yes, until my brother killed him. Life is full of these little ironies. My sister married the new King, and my repulsive nephew will be king after him. I must do my part for the honor of my house, wouldn't you agree? But how? 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: All the best swords have names you know.
Arya: Sansa can have her sewing needles. I have a Needle of my own.

Tyrion: 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.
Jon: What the hell do you know about being a bastard?
Tyrion: All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes.

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.

Samwell: 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.
Jon: I just, I always wanted to be a ranger.
Samwell: I always wanted to be a wizard.

Lord Stark. There are five pups. One for each of the Stark children. The Dire Wolf is the sigil of your house. They were meant to have them.

Ned: 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.
Jon: Is my mother alive. Does she know about me, where I am, where I'm going? Does she care?
Ned: The next time we see each other, we'll talk about your mother. Hmmm? I promise.