“She was as forthright and simple as the winds that blew over Tara and the yellow river that wound around it.”

“Dicey looked out over the tall marsh grasses, blowing in the wind. If the wind blew, the grasses had to bend with it.”

“Was Tara still standing? Or was Tara also gone with the wind which had swept through Georgia?”

“One time, as the cold wind blew and she kept watch over the playground, Aomame realized she believed in God. It was a sudden discovery, like finding, with the soles of your feet, solid ground beneath the mud.”

“The wind blew southwards, through knotted forests, over shimmering plains and toward lands unexplored. This wind, it was not the ending. There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time.But it was an ending.”

“And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.”