She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.
George R. R. MartinBlack moleskin gloves covered his hands; the right because it was burned, the left because a man felt half a fool wearing only one glove.
George R. R. MartinThe snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here. Yet she stepped out all the same.
George R. R. Martin