Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end.

I like the truth, even when it does trouble me.

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

My daughter," I said blankly. "I see. Correct me if I am wrong, but I thought it took a man, as well as a woman, to make a child. Is this infant's father to be a crab, or a seagull maybe? Or were you planning to shipwreck some likely sailor on my doorstep, so I can make convenient use of him?

Come, dear heart. Lean on me and let us walk this path together.

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

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