“the colour of my soul is iron-grey and sadbats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.”
“And Winterfell … grey granite, oak and iron, crows wheeling around the towers, steam rising off the hot pools in the godswood, the stone kings sitting on their thrones … how could Winterfell be gone?”
“The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run”
“When she bleeds the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun.”
“Grey has no agenda. . . . Grey has the ability, that no other colour has, to make the invisible visible.”
“Bonapartist democrat.""Grey shades of a quiet mouse colour.”