“If the crow has to be shoved down your throat; maybe you should just let it fly.”

“Stop trying to be what society's shoving down your throat.”

“Not cry. Fly.“I can’t fly,” Bran said. “I can’t, I can’t…”How do you know? Have you ever tried?The voice was high and thin. Bran looked around to see where it was coming from. A crow was spiraling down with him, just out of touch, following him as he fell. “Help me,” he said.I’m trying, the crow replied…The crow took to the air and flapped around Bran’s hand.“You have wings,” Bran pointed out.Maybe you do too.Bran felt along his shoulders, groping for feathers.There are different kinds of wings, the crow said…Bran was falling faster than ever. The grey mists howled around him as he plunged toward the earth below. “What are you doing to me?” he asked the crow, tearful.Teaching you how to fly.“I can’t fly!”You’re flying right now.“I’m falling!”Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said. Look down.”

“How could I resist your charms after I heard you tell that guy you'd cut off his balls and shove them down his throat?”

“Maybe all crows were just creepy.”

“I ain’t apologize to no whore. (Irn)You don’t ever treat a woman like that. You apologize to her or so help me I’ll gouge out your eyes and shove them down your throat. (Devyn)”