If there's no game, isn't winning a pretty meaningless concept?
Guard your honor. Let your reputation fall where it will. And outlive the bastards.
I'd storm heaven for you, if I knew where it was.
Your father calls you to his court. You need not pack. You go garbed in glorious raiment. He waits eagerly by his palace doors to welcome you, and has prepared a place at the high table, by his side, in the company of the great-souled, honored, and best-beloved.
I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.
I need words that mean more than they mean, words not just with height and width, but depth and weight and, and other dimensions that I cannot even name.