Careful with the threat you cannot execute.
Your words will disappear. Your house will disappear. Your name will disappear. All memory of you will disappear.
You can’t let the threat of losing tomorrow keep you from making the most of today.
The Long Night is coming and the dead come with it.
You’re going to die tomorrow, Lord Bolton. Sleep well.
When I look at you, the following emojis come to mind. Rope, shovel, hole. [to Enid]
Sweetheart, whatever you’ve heard, I don’t need to make threats.[to Jessie]
Maybe I’ll just kill Mike. I’m the chief of police, I could cover it up.[to Joyce]
You threaten a man’s family, and you find out what he’s made of.
You seek to threaten me with death? If you seek to threaten me, threaten me with life.
The war is not over. And I promise you, friend, the true enemy won’t wait out the storm. He brings the storm.
An opportunist with a credible threat is a dangerous thing.
