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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.
“Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.”
My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind … and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.”
Let them see that their words can cut you, and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name, take it, make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.”
“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.”
In a throne above them sat a dead man with the head of a wolf. He wore an iron crown and held a leg of lamb in one hand as a king might hold a sceptre, and his eyes followed Dany with mute appeal.
“He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.”
He was his father’s son. Wasn’t he? Wasn’t he?
I think it passing odd that I am loved by one for a kindness I never did, and reviled by so many for my finest act.
Gendry looked almost a man grown, and dangerous. Hot Pie looked like Hot Pie.
“The wolves will come again,” said Jojen solemnly. “And how would you be knowing, boy?” “I dreamed it.”
Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.”
Words are like arrows, Arianne. Once loosed, you cannot call them back.
When we were sore beset and friendless, hounded from our homes and in peril of our lives, the wolves took us in and nourished us and protected us against our enemies. The city is built upon the land they gave us. In return we swore that we should always be their men. Stark men!”
“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies,” said Jojen. “The man who never reads lives only one.
