Fantasy is an area where it is possible to talk about right and wrong, good and evil, with a straight face. In mainstream fiction and even in a good deal of mystery, these things are presented as simply two sides of the same coin. Never really more than a matter of where you happen to be standing.

Should and would build no bridges.

Beauty holds more worth than gold.

I have never known anyone else," Egwene said to him, "who will work so hard to avoid hard work, Matrim Cauthon.

Always leave a way out, unless you really want to find out how hard a man can fight when he’s nothing to lose.

As the Wheel of Time turns, places wear many names. Men wear many names, many faces. Different faces, but always the same man. Yet no one knows the Great Pattern the Wheel weaves, or even the Pattern of an Age. We can only watch, and study, and hope.

He was swimming in a sea of other people’s expectations. Men had drowned in seas like that.