A thief was a thief, whether he stole a little or a lot. - George R. R. Martin

You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you...

Drinkwater had a swagger to him, a confidence bordering on arrogance. He never seemed ill at ease, and even when he did not speak the language, he had ways of making himself understood.

A grey man,” she said. “Neither white nor black, but partaking of both. Is that what you are, Ser Davos?”
“What if I am? It seems to me that most men are grey.”
“If half of an onion is black with rot, it is a rotten onion. A man is good, or he is evil.