“And I’ll admit—I thought it might be best if we kept it all to the page, passed that notebook back and forth until we were ninety. But clearly that wasn’t meant to be. And who am I to blow against the wind?”
“I am the last leaf on the tree, and the wind is blowing.”
“The wind blows wild and i may move, politicians lie and i am not fooled you don't need a razor or a three piece suit to argue the truth”
“Therefore, let the moon shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty-mountain winds be free to blow against thee.”
“what wind blows you here? nit an ill wind, I hope”