﻿Faithfulness obliges us to speak the cruel truth.
Better to be a coward for a minute than to be dead forever.
Sometimes you have to step into the mud and get your boots dirty, but do the right thing.
I was not a pirate, but a smuggler. The difference is that if you are a famous smuggler, you are no good.
Maybe the mistake lies in our belief in kings?
Nothing can twist you like time!
Few pirates survive to old age.
Life is everything.
Maybe the Citadel gives prizes to maesters who write smaller than others?
What kind of world is it where smugglers of the lowest kind must vouch for the honor of kings?