Every last sparrow will die before Margaery Tyrell walks down that street
Your sister was a corpse and I was a living girl and he loved her more than me
I killed your High Sparrow and all his little sparrows. All his septons, all his septas, all his filthy soldiers, because it felt good to watch them burn
If you're going to be a cripple, it's better to be a rich cripple
