Words are wind, and the only good wind is that which fills our sails.

“My life was writ in red, in blood and wine.”

“Stannis sohasem tanulta meg, hogyan szelíditse meg a szavait, hogyan színleljen…”

“Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm d…”

“So spare me your envy. It was the gods who neglected to give you a cock, not me.”