Fire consumes, but cold preserves.
I am not questioning your honor, I am denying its existence.
Mother said," mocked the king. "Don't be childish." "We're children," Myrcella declared haughtily. "We're supposed to be childish." The Hound laughed. "She has you there.
Every man must die, Jon Snow. But first he must live.
Give me a good sharp knife and a good sharp cheese and Iām a happy man.
When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east," she said sadly. "When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When my womb quickens again, and I bear a living child. Then you will return, my sun-and-stars, and not before." -Daenerys Targaryen