Bran thought about it. 'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?' 'That is the only time a man can be brave,' his father told him.

The eunuch had looked death in the face, so near he might have kissed her on the lips.

The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.

Dragons old and young, true and false, bright and dark. And you. A small man with a big shadow, snarling in the midst of all.

I heard of a man who had a razor made of Valyrian steel. He cut his head off trying to shave.

You mistake patience for forbearance.

A craven can be as brave as any man, when there is nothing to fear. And we all do our duty, when there is no cost to it. How easy it seems then, to walk the path of honor. Yet soon or late in every man's life comes a day when it is not easy, a day when he must choose. (Maester Aemon)