I was anything but history. I was the wind.

The wind is blowing, adore the wind.

She loved the wind because the wind loved me.

The way of the Wind is a strange, wild way.

The earth belongs to nobody except the wind.

You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.

I never understood wind. I know windmills very much, I have studied it better than anybody. I know it is very expensive. They are made in China and Germany mostly, very few made here, almost none, but they are manufactured, tremendous—if you are into this—tremendous fumes and gases are spewing into the atmosphere. You know we have a world, right?
So the world is tiny compared to the universe. So tremendous, tremendous amount of fumes and everything. You talk about the carbon footprint, fumes are spewing into the air, right spewing, whether it is China or Germany, is going into the air.
You see all those [windmills]. They’re all different shades of color. They’re like sort of white, but one is like an orange-white. It’s my favorite color, orange.

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!

I dance like the wind.

think of nothing things
think of wind

You can’t buy it, but it has a price,” said Oryx. “Everything has a price.

I like wind, he said. A day when there is no wind seems to me dead. A windy day wakes me up. He gave a conscious laugh. On a calm day I fall into day dreams. No doubt you know my reputation, Miss West. If I cut you dead the next time we meet don't put it down to bad manners. Please understand that it is only abstraction and forgive me—and speak to me.

The song of the wind singer will set you free.