There’s no such thing as good and evil, black and white. There’s only gray. There’s only what a man can stand.
When you see the good in someone, you don’t give up on them. Especially if they don’t see it themselves. And if you’re ever lucky enough to find true love, you fight for it, everyday.
A good person is somebody who puts himself last, who renounces his own temptations and needs, working only for the interests of others.
The good news is that whilst all dogs go to Heaven, you’d be surprised how many pigs are waiting for you in Hell.
I hurt Krista. I don’t feel good about that. I hope you’re not mad at me. But you have to admit, she’s just like everyone else. Too afraid to peak over their walls for fear of what they might see. Not me. That’s what I do. I look.
I do things because they feel good. I drink because it feels good. I killed my husband because it felt good to be rid of him. I f*** my brother because it feels good to feel him inside me. I lie about f*****g my brother because it feels good to keep our son safe from hateful hypocrites. 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.
I am a contradiction. Like God. One in three and three in one. Like Mary, virgin and mother. Like man, good and evil.