"- I didn't know one's courage needed washing!" - gasped September as Lye poured a pittcher of water over her head. Or that one needs to be naked for that sort of washing, she thought to herself.
Lye poured a bucketful of golden water over September's head. "When you are born", the golem said softly, "your courage is new and clean. You are brave enough for anything: crawling off of staircases, saying your first words without fearing that someone will think you are foolish, putting strange things in your mouth. But as you get older, your courage attracts gunk and crusty things and dirt and fear and knowing how bad things can get and what pain feels like. By the time you're half-grown, your courage barely moves at all, it's so grunged up with living. So every once in a while, you have to scrub it up and get the works going or else you'll never be brave again. Unfortunately, there are not so many facilities in your world that provide the kind of services we do. So most people go around with grimy machinery, when all it would take is a bit of spit and polish to make them paladins once more, bold knights and true."
in Valente, Catherynne M. (2012). The girl who circumnavigated Fairyland in a ship of her own making. Macmillan, Harrisonburg, Virginia. Pág. 60