The Only Time A Man Can Be

The Sea Is Never Weary. I Must Be As Tireless.

If Somebody Dies And You Just Go Get More Popcorn, It’s A Superficial Experience Isn’t It?

Some Old Wounds Never Truly Heal, And Bleed Again At The Slightest Word.

She Had Killed Him With A Whisper, And She Would Kill Two More Before She Was Through. I’m The Ghost In Harrenhal, She Thought. And That Night, There Was One Less Name To Hate.

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