I don’t like innuendo in these deafening English whispers.
A man is what others say he is and no more.
Gossip is what no one claims to like – but everybody enjoys.
But refuse profane and old wives' fables, and exercise thyself rather unto godliness.
No woman can compete with Benny's love for himself.
You can say nothing. To anyone, ever. Never tell them who you really are. Swear your brother and Samwell Tarly to secrecy, and tell no one else. Or it will take on a life of its own
and you won't be able to control it or what it does to people. No matter how many times you bend the knee, no matter what you swear.