Knowledge Is A Weapon, Jon.

You Are Grown So Very Great Now, Yet The Higher A Man Climbs The Farther He Has To Fall.

Give A Thing A Name And It Will Somehow Come To Be.

Some Battles Are Won With Swords And Spears, Others With Quills And Ravens.

I Rose Too High, Loved Too Hard, Dared Too Much. I Tried To Grasp A Star, Overreached, And Fell.

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.