No One Who Wears A Crown Is

Courage And Folly Are Cousins, Or So I’ve Heard.

You Kill Men For The Wrongs They Have Done, Not The Wrongs That They May Do Someday.

The High Septon Once Told Me That As We Sin, So Do We Suffer.

The Things I Do For Love.

Let Me Tell You Something About Wolves, Child. When The Snows Fall And The White Winds Blow, The Lone Wolf Dies, But The Pack Survives. In Winter, We Must Protect One Another, Keep Each Other Warm, Share Our Strengths. So If You Must Hate, Arya, Hate Those Who Would Truly Do Us Harm.