When treating with liars, even an honest man must lie.

The air smelled of paper and dust and years.

No man should live longer than his teeth.

One night, in his cups, he drank a jar of wildfire, after telling his friends it would transform him into a dragon, but the gods were kind and it transformed him into a corpse.

Some gave me soft words and some blunt, some made excuses, some promises, some only lied. In the end words are just wind.

If the day comes when you would find me again, give that coin to any man from Braavos, and say these words to him--valar morghulis.

There is an empty place within me where my heart once was.