I grew up around strong women; weak men were pickled and salted. The women wouldn't waste time raising a weak boy.

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.

Nobody tells us how to be men. We just are.

If wishes had wings, sheep would fly.

If you ask the lion to protect from from wolves, you have only chosen to end in one belly instead of another.

Yes, I'm alive," Mat said. "I'm usually pretty good at staying alive. I've only failed one time that I can remember, and it hardly counts.

Duty is heavy as a mountain, death is light as a feather.