« You know nothing, Jon Snow. »
« You're mine. » she whispered.
« Mine, as I'm yours.
And if we die, we die.
All men must die, Jon Snow.
But first, we'll live. »
« Carry on, my wayward son
there'll be peace, when you're done. »
« And if I claim to be a wise man,
it surely means I don't know. »
« Me weird? Bitch, I'm limited edition. »
« Ciò che non abbiamo osato, abbiamo certamente perduto. »
© Oscar Wilde