I Bet This Is A Brothel," She

Drowning Was Bad Enough. But Drowning Sad And Sober, That's Too Cruel.

Words Are Like Arrows, Arianne. Once Loosed, You Cannot Call Them Back. - Areo Hotah

In The End Words Are Just Wind.

It All Goes Back And Back," Tyrion Thought, "to Our Mothers And Fathers And Theirs Before Them. We Are Puppets Dancing On The Strings Of Those Who Came Before Us, And One Day Our Own Children Will Take Up Our Strings And Dance In Our Steads.

A Fair Bargain Leaves Both Sides Unhappy.