Laughter Is Poison To Fear.

Power Resides Where Men Believe It To Reside.

I Will Hurt You For This. I Don't Know How Yet, But Give Me Time. A Day Will Come When You Think Yourself Safe And Happy, And Suddenly Your Joy Will Turn To Ashes In Your Mouth, And You'll Know The Debt Is Paid.

Fantasy Is Silver And Scarlet, Indigo And Azure, Obsidian Veined With Gold And Lapis Lazuli. Reality Is Plywood And Plastic, Done Up In Mud Brown And Olive Drab. Fantasy Tastes Of Habaneros And Honey, Cinnamon And Cloves, Rare Red Meat And Wines As Sweet As Summer. Reality Is Beans And Tofu, And Ashes At The End.

For Men, The Answer Was Always The Same And Never Farther Away Than The Nearest Sword. For A Woman, A Mother, The Way Was Stonier And Harder To Know.

What Would A Frey Know Of Honor? - Sir Davos Seaworth