Sansa can keep her sewing needles. I've got a needle of my own.
Who cares how they are folded? They are going to get all messed up anyway.
I knew what I was doing was against the rules, but he was smiling, so I knew it wasn't wrong. The rules were wrong. I was doing what I was meant to be doing and he knew. Now he's dead, killed by the Lannisters, with your help
The Many-Faced God stole a few more from me. But I'm glad he left me you
