Sleep and Death, who are twin brothers.
It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.
One rogue leads another.
And by the Sacred Parchment, I swear that if I reveal the secrets of The Stonecutters, may my stomach become bloated and my head be plucked of all but three hairs
A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.
Now son, you donโt want to drink beer. Thatโs for Daddies, and kids with fake IDs.