Words are wind, and the only good wind is that which fills our sails.

“You will never walk again, Bran," the pale lips promised, "but you will fly.”

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

“However bright a torch might burn it could never match the rising sun.”

“He drew the dagger and laid it on the table between them; a length of dragonbon…”