The end is near," Moridin said. "The Wheel has groaned its final rotation, the clock has lost its spring, the serpent heaves its final gasps.

I will hate the man you choose because he isn't me, and love him if he makes you smile.

Death comes to us all; we can only choose how to face it when it comes.

How long had he been doing what was necessary instead of what was right? In a fair world they would be one and the same.

In Shinear, a woman [is] safe anywhere, any time-except from Trollocs and Myrddraal, of course-and any man [will] die to see it so.

I grew up around strong women; weak men were pickled and salted. The women wouldn't waste time raising a weak boy.

Tuon's eyes snapped open, and despite the dim light, she focused directly on Mat. She saw the knife in his hand, ready to throw. Then she looked over her shoulder.