Give a thing a name and it will somehow come to be.

I can be humbler than anyone.

If a man paints a target on his chest, he should expect that sooner or later someone will loose an arrow on him.

a few days ago she had been wandering around with a swatch of black silk tied over her eyes. Syrio was teaching her to see with her ears and her nose and her skin, she told him. Before that, he had her doing spinds and back flips. "Arya, are you certain you want to persist in this?" She nodded. "Tomorrow we're going to catch cats." "Cats." Ned sighed.

I am not questioning your honor, I am denying its existence.

The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.

What the King dreams, the Hand builds.