Words Are Like Arrows, Arianne. Once Loosed,

He Who Hurries Through Life Hurries To His Grave.

The Eunuch Had Looked Death In The Face, So Near He Might Have Kissed Her On The Lips.

When Maester Aemon Heard Him Sing, He Said His Voice Was Honey Poured Over Thunder.

An Admiral Without Ships, A Hand Without Fingers, In Service Of A King Without A Throne. Is This A Knight Who Comes Before Us, Or The Answer To A Child's Riddle?

Shagga Son Of Dolf Likes This Not. Shagga Will Go With The Boyman, And If The Boyman Lies, Shagga Will Chop Off His Manhood-" "-and Feed It To The Goats, Yes," Tyrion Said Wearily.