“I can make some calls. There is a guy. Dagfinn Heyerdahl. He used to be with Norse Heritage Foundation."Norse Heritage Foundation wasn't so much about heritage as it was about viking, in the most cliché sense of the world. They drank huge quantities of beer, they brawled, and they wore horned helmets despite all historical evidence to the contrary."Used to be?" Curran asked."They kicked him out for being drunk and violent."Curran blinked. "The Norse Heritage?""Mhm.""Don't you have to be drunk and violent just to get in?" he asked. "Just how disorderly did he get?”
“My father used to say that stories are part of the most precious heritage of mankind.”
“Identity was partly heritage, partly upbringing, but mostly the choices you make in life. ~ Bran”
“And he could not tell why the struggle was worthwhile, why he had determined to use the utmost himself and his heritage from the personalities he had passed...He stretched out his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky.I know myself," he cried, "But that is all.”
“Don't be ridiculous. Heritage does not equal destiny.”
“He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage.”