In This World, Only Winter Is Certain

The Only Time A Man Can Be Brave Is When He Is Afraid.

Oh, My Sweet Summer Child," Old Nan Said Quietly, "what Do You Know Of Fear? Fear Is For The Winter, My Little Lord, When The Snows Fall A Hundred Feet Deep And The Ice Wind Comes Howling Out Of The North. Fear Is For The Long Night, When The Sun Hides Its Face For Years At A Time, And Little Children Are Born And Live And Die All In Darkness While The Direwolves Grow Gaunt And Hungry, And The White Walkers Move Through The Woods

Free Folk Don't Follow Names, Or Little Cloth Animals Sewn On A Tunic," The King-beyond-the-wall Had Told Him. "they Won't Dance For Coins, They Don't Care How Your Style Yourself Or What That Chain Of Office Means Or Who Your Grandsire Was. They Follow Strength. They Follow The Man.

All Dwarfs May Be Bastards Yet Not All Bastards Are Dwarfs.

I Wanted To Write A Big Novel, Something Epic In Scale.