I love my brother. I will always love my brother. His soul is pure and perfect. His sins don't erase that purity, they only obscure it
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
Calling yourself queen doesn't make you one. And if Renly wasn't a king, I wasn't a queen
You can't avenge him from the grave