The way back will come but once. Be steadfast.

Women do not become exhausted they only exhaust others.

Kneel and swear to the Lord Dragon, or you will be knelt.

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 wishes had wings, sheep would fly.

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.