"Let me tell you something about wolves child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.”
"The winters are hard. But the Starks will e n d u r e . We always have.”
You see, this profession is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherfuckers. Motherfuckers who thought their ass would age like wine. If you mean it turns to vinegar, it does. If you mean it gets better with age, it don’t.