You've got real powerful magic to figure that out. Did the Lord of Light whisper that in your ear? "It's snowing, Thoros. It's windy. It's gonna be a cold night."
I don't give two shits about wildlings. It's gingers I hate
There's plenty worse than me. There's men who like to beat little girls.
I left this shit city cause I didn't wanna die it in. Am I gonna die in it?