If you can't hide what you are going to do, do it so everybody thinks you are a fool.

I've come to give you your gift back, Mordeth," Cauthon whispered. "I consider our debt paid in full.

A woman's eyes cut deeper than a knife.

There are no clear paths. Only pitfalls and tripwires and darkness.

Facing them (men) with knives and spears was much easier than loving them, much easier.

Rand, maybe that's the answer they give to everybody. Those snake people, I mean. Got to Rhuidean. Maybe we don't have to be here at all.' He did not believe it, but with that fog staring him in the face. ... Rand turned his head to look at him, not speaking. Finally he said, 'They never mentioned Rhuidean to me, Mat.' 'Oh, burn me,' he muttered.

Beauty holds more worth than gold.