We Only Make Peace With Our Enemies.

All Men Carry Murder In Their Hearts, Yet Even So, The Poisoner Is Beneath Contempt.

Littlefinger Looked Like A Boy Who Had Just Taken A Furtive Bite From A Honeycomb. He Was Trying To Watch For Bees, But The Honey Was So Sweet.

Nothing Burns Like The Cold.

Those Are Brave Men," He Told Ser Balon In Admiration. "let's Go Kill Them.

What Are Gods For If Not To Sit In Judgment Over Men? The Many-faced God Does Not Weigh Men's Souls, However. He Gives His Gift To The Best Of Men As He Gives It To The Worst. Elsewise The Good Would Live Forever.