If life was worthless, what was death?

“A grey man,” she said. “Neither white nor black, but partaking of both. Is that…”

“The wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.”

“I know nothing, Ygritte, he [Jon Snow] thought, and perhaps I never will.”

“Bran was relieved . . . but disappointed too. So long as there was magic, anyth…”