“Outlines of dead logs I hauled away remained impressed on the damp earth, scarring the ground with their funereal shapes.”

“We've still got a long haul ahead of is and I don't want to damn her rift away with my first, second, and third impressions, as my character analyses are usually for shit.”

“Why look for answers in a burnt black log when the smoke is now miles away forming circle around the shape of a serpent fighting a swan?”

“Polite conversationalists leave no mark save the scars upon the Earth that could have been prevented had they stood their ground.”

“Sensei says funerals are not really for the dead. They are for those left behind. "The dead are long gone by the time a funeral is held," he told us. "Who would wait when the doors of Heaven are open? Only the living would be foolish enough to still hang around on earth.”

“The stone is strong. Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either.”