I'm usually awful at parties and dances. I stand like a stick or I cough or I laugh. Or I don't bring a present, or I spill the ice cream, or I get so depressed that I stand and I scream, "Oh how can there possibly be one small person as thoroughly totally utterly blah...as me.
She was Arya of Winterfell, the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn, who had once had brothers named Robb and Bran and Rickon, a sister named Sansa, a direwolf called Nymeria, a half brother named Jon Snow. In there she was someone … Arya, A Feast for Crows
Therefore, thou best of gold art worst of gold: Other, less fine in carat, is more precious, Preserving life in medicine potable; But thou, most fine, most honour’d: most renown’d, Hast eat thy bearer up.