Bran held his voice leve. "In time,you will regret these words. You may hold me captive now, and believe me helpless. But each foulword you speak of her brings your death a little closer." --Bran to Eamonn

Nobody expects you to exhibit godlike strength, excepting maybe yourself.

You are... you're like a beating heart. A glowing lamp. I've never met anyone like you before.

Wake the sleeper must, and confront his fears, or risk being lost in the dark places of the mind forever.

I wanted so much to keep you safe. I did my best. I'm sorry things didn't come out different for the two of us. I wish I could have been good enough for you.

Trust is a thing you know without words.

Death, of course, should not be feared, but awaited with certain wonder. To die was to step across a threshold into a new world, unknown, unimaginable.