There are no clear paths. Only pitfalls and tripwires and darkness.

I surrender to it, and by surrendering, I control it.

If it's not forbidden, then it's allowed

Demandred blocked Lan's attack but he breathed hoarsely. "Who are you?" Demandred whispered again. "No one of this Age has such skill. Asmodean? No, no. He couldn't have fought me like this. Lews Therin? It is you behind that face, isn't it?" "I am just a man," Lan whispered. "That is all I have ever been.

Take what you can have. Rejoice in what you can save, and do not mourn your losses for too long.

You read too much and understand too little.

When you saw me with a dagger in hand - as if to throw at you - you didn't call for your guards. You didn't fear I was here to kill you. You looked over your shoulder to see what I was aiming at. That's the most loving gesture I think a man could receive from a woman. Unless you'd like to sit on my knee for a while.