I killed your High Sparrow and all his little sparrows. All his septons, all his septas, all his filthy soldiers, because it felt good to watch them burn
That little worm between your legs does half your thinking
If you ever call me sister again, I'll have you strangled in your sleep
I was there that day, when Sir Gregor crushed your lover's head. If I close my eyes, I can hear the sound of Oberyn's skull breaking