Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile. He used to mess my hair and call me "little sister," she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.
George R. R. MartinIf you would wed, wed. If not, take your pleasure where you find it. There's little enough of it in this world." - Oberyn
George R. R. MartinPoliticians were mostly people who'd had too little morals and ethics to stay lawyers.
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