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.

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.

The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must and survived.

By the way, I saved Moiraine. Chew on that as you try to decide which of the two of us is winning." -Mat

Pessimism, she is a fond friend of yours, yes?" - That's uncalled for. I barely know her. Mere acquaintances, at best.

It is every man's right to choose when to Sheathe the Sword." --- Ingtar Shinowa ---

Do not trouble trouble till trouble troubles you.