Shame. Shame. Shame!
Your Gods have forsaken you. This is your God now!
I said my face would be the last thing you saw before you died. Do you remember?
It felt good to imagine their shock and their pain. No thought has ever given me greater joy.
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
I killed my husband because it felt good to be rid of him
I drink because it feels good