She’s not for you, nor you for her; at least, not in the way you both want.

If you have a sword, and the Aielman has his bare hands, it is an even fight. If you're good.

Yes, I'm alive," Mat said. "I'm usually pretty good at staying alive. I've only failed one time that I can remember, and it hardly counts.

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.

From the time an Aiel boy becomes a man he will not sing anything but battle chants, or their dirge for the slain. I have heard them singing over their dead, and over those they have killed. That song is one to make the stones weep.

A man who trusts everyone is a fool and a man who trusts no one is a fool. We are all fools if we live long enough.

If your enemy offers you two targets, strike at a third.