The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, Perrin. We've become what we needed to become."- Rand Al'Thor

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

You will serve the Cyrstal Throne well. It would be a shame to see you assassinated too early. I will make certain that the first I send after you are newly trained, so that you may stop them with ease." -General Galgan to Mat

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.

As my Lord says, my Lord's leg is not a side of beef. Thank you, my Lord, for instructing me.

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.

If any of these women had been here instead of Nynaeve, the world would have ended.