Schemes are like fruit, they require a certain ripening.

“Pyp had stabbed a turnip with his knife. "The night is dark and full of turnips…”

“How can you still count yourself a knight, when you have forsaken every vow you…”

“« … why is the world so full of pain and injustice ? »« Because of men like you…”

“Лъжите в сърцето и в главата ни подвеждат, но очите виждат истината.”