Mother, I Want To See Him Fly!

She Would Die As She Had Lived, With An Axe In Her Hand And A Laugh Upon Her Lips.

The Strongest Trees Are Rooted In The Dark Places Of The Earth. Darkness Will Be Your Cloak, Your Shield, Your Mother's Milk. Darkness Will Make You Strong.

There Are No Happy Endings.

When We Speak Of The Morrow Nothing Is Ever Certain.

I Do So Hope He Plays Us 'the Rains Of Castamere.' It Has Been An Hour. I've Forgotten How It Goes -- Olenna Tyrell, The Hbic