Still waters run deep. All things change until we wake. Dreams drift in the wind.
A man falling off a cliff to certain death will stretch out a hand even to his worst enemy.
Dovie'andi se tovya sagain!
Maybe there would be a Tinker city someday, too. They would buy up all of the colored dye, and everyone else in the world would ave to wear brown.' -Mat
Sometimes six and six make a dozen, and sometimes they make a mess
Til shade is gone, til water is gone Into the shadow with teeth bared Screaming defiance with the last breath To spit in Sightblinder’s eye on the Last Day.