The wheel weaves as the wheel wills

Still waters run deep. All things change until we wake. Dreams drift in the wind.

Well, I can admire stubbornness in a man. There is little to a man who's too easily biddable.

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.

It has been quite a weight, hasn't it?" Tam asked. "What weight?" Rand replied. "That lost hand you've been carrying." Rand looked down at his stump. "Yes. I believe it has been at that.

I had long wondered," Lan said to Tam. "About the man who had given Rand that heron-marked blade. I wondered if he had truly earned it. Now I know." Lan raised his own sword in salute.

When a woman says she will obey you, of her own will, it is time to sleep lightly and watch your back.