“he must learn to face his fears. he will not be three forever. and winter is coming.”
“yes,” catelyn agreed. the words gave her a chill, as they always did. the stark words. every noble house had its words. family mottoes, touchstones, prayers of sorts, they boasted of honor and glory, promised loyalty and truth, swore faith and courage. all but the starks. “winter is coming”, said the stark words. not for the first time, she reflected on what a strange people these northerners were.
— [a game of thrones] catelyn i