You ride to battle?" Karede asked. "I was thinking more of a saunter," Mat said. He shook his head. "I need a feel for what Demandred is doing...I'm going out there, Karede, and putting you fellows between me and the Trollocs sounds delightful. Are you coming?

Always plan for the worst, child; that way, all your surprises will be pleasant ones.

The men in my family are strong because the women in my family kill and eat the weak ones.

The arrogance of men never ceases to amaze me. You all think everything has to do with you, and every woman has to desire you.

Thank you," the young mother said again. "Thank you." "The Black Tower protects," Logain heard himself say. "Always." "I will send him to you to be tested when he is of age," the woman promised, holding her son. "I would have him join you, if he has the talent." The talent. Not the curse. The talent.

We rode on the winds of the rising storm, We ran to the sounds of the thunder. We danced among the lightning bolts, and tore the world asunder.

Duty is heavy as a mountain, death is light as a feather.