The choice is yours, brother. Live a thrall or die a king. Do you dare to fly? Unless you take the leap, you’ll never know." - Euron Greyjoy

I heard of a man who had a razor made of Valyrian steel. He cut his head off trying to shave.

When we speak of the morrow nothing is ever certain.

I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.

Words are like arrows, Arianne. Once loosed, you cannot call them back. - Areo Hotah

She had put despair and fear aside, as if they were garments she did not choose to wear.

The High Septon once told me that as we sin, so do we suffer.