Your lips were made for kissing.
They are lips. All lips are the same.
And all lips are made for kissing.

“Ygritte was much in his thoughts as well. He remembered the smell of her hair, …”

“I am become a sour woman, Catelyn thought. I take no joy in mead nor meat, and …”

“I wonder what the High Septon would have to say about the sanctity of oaths swo…”

“En la vida real, los monstruos vencen.”